Grade 6

British Columbia



Home is where I know I can always be safe
Home is where I get a feeling when I walk out my front door a feeling were i know nothing bad is going to happen
Home is the sun gleaming down on me.
The fresh smell of the mountain wind brushing against my face, everything is peaceful and I know nothing is going to hurt me.
I lie down on the grass its wet
I remember the time when there was no grass visible ,
just gravel,
I remember when I rode my bike on the tiny pebbles.
Now lush green grass grows over the ground replacing the rocks.
I feel sentimental

Home is when my mom cracks up when I tell my cow jokes
Home is where I can be myself never bullied
I can ALWAYS have fun
Home is the ocean , a mountain stream , the forest .
Home can be anything you make it.