Home is Where my Story Begins
My home is important to me because I feel loved and not left out. Once when I was small I had just stopped using training wheels. I was still kind of wobbly and lost my balance and fell. Luckily I didn’t fall on the concrete floor. I tipped and fell on the dirt, but it still hurt! My mom was with me so she took me back home and put ice on my arm. My hand had a cut on it too, so my mom put a band aid on my cut. In the past I hurt myself a lot but my parents always help me. That’s why I think home is very special to me.