When I think of home I think of my parents waiting in my cozy home for me to return. When I come home I think of coming home to a warm house with warm food and after my warm bed. When I wake up from my warm and cozy bed I can play with my hockey stuff. It makes me sad when I am sleeping in my warm bed knowing some people are sleeping on the street, cold, with no warm food. I wrote this because I wanted to raise money so people can get their own home some day soon.