Umrah

Grade 4

Calgary
Alberta

Meaning Of Home

The meaning of home to me is that it makes me feel like I can be myself and no one is judging me. I feel safe from danger and safe from bad things when ever I don’t feel safe maybe I just need a big old bear hug from my mom and dad. My home will be mine forever and ever. I can sense that whenever I’m at somebody’s house and I don’t feel right I just remember that I also have my house all to me. Wherever I am in my house I always remember to dream big and let my thoughts run wild. When I feel that I can’t do the thing I’m doing I always remember to dream big and let my thoughts freed .

At home I’m loved and cared by everyone from my loving grandma to my clownish brother and everything in between. I get love when I’m sad and even when I feel happy. Memories are made when I walk in the kitchen in the morning hearing the laughter of my dad waiting for me to come down. Home is relaxing and peaceful were you can cuddle up in a blanket by the fireplace on a cold winter day. Relaxing to get out of bed on a Saturday morning and play hide-n-seek with your dad and brother. At home I can be clownish and dance on my bed, I can also be down in the blues as sad as a blue whale. At home I will remember to be myself. No matter if I see a famous person on TV at home I will remember what makes me me and not want to be someone else. Life takes you to unexpected places, love brings you home.-anonymous. The meaning of home to me is that it makes me feel like I can be myself and no one is judging me. I feel safe from danger and safe from bad things when ever I don’t feel safe maybe I just need a big old bear hug from my mom and dad. My home will be mine forever and ever. I can sense that whenever I’m at somebody’s house and I don’t feel right I just remember that I also have my house all to me. Wherever I am in my house I always remember to dream big and let my thoughts run wild. When I feel that I can’t do the thing I’m doing I always remember to dream big and let my thoughts freed .

At home I’m loved and cared by everyone from my loving grandma to my clownish brother and everything in between. I get love when I’m sad and even when I feel happy. Memories are made when I walk in the kitchen in the morning hearing the laughter of my dad waiting for me to come down. Home is relaxing and peaceful were you can cuddle up in a blanket by the fireplace on a cold winter day. Relaxing to get out of bed on a Saturday morning and play hide-n-seek with your dad and brother. At home I can be clownish and dance on my bed, I can also be down in the blues as sad as a blue whale. At home I will remember to be myself. No matter if I see a famous person on TV at home I will remember what makes me me and not want to be someone else. Life takes you to unexpected places, love brings you home.-anonymous.