What home means to me

Home is a place where i can express myself without being judged by others where I can cry without others staring at me and where I can just let myself out.The photos on the walls aren't just photos they are beautiful memories that are too valuable to be forgotten.Home is a place where I grew up taking my first steps,drawing on the wall and drawing lines on the wall indicating how much taller I grew each year.Home is not a building with four walls,its your childhood.Home is a place where I smell a tasty aroma of my mom's cooking,sounds of pages turning of a book by my dad and keyboard clicking by my brother who loves video games.Home is a place where I remember being smushed and cuddled and drinking hot cocoa and watching TV.Home is a place where I remember my mom using face paint and experimenting on me,even if it didn't come out good,it was very funny and memorable and I would do anything to experience that feeling and moment again.Home is where I took my first steps,wore ugly clothing for picture day and trying to make a cake with my mom (which exploded).Home is a place where I remember putting pools and swimming in them and planting ton of vegetables in our backyard!!