Grade 4


My Home

When i see my new house, I can’t wait to make more memories. I remember my old one and think about it. I learned to walk and talk and make so many memories. I’ll never forget my old house but now I should enjoy my new one. This place I call home is where I learn from mistakes. My home is where I have playdates and sleepovers. It may seem lifeless but it just needs the memories we make. We help our homes by enjoying them. I may be shy on the outside but when I come home I let that go away. I write this paragraph for those who aren’t as lucky as me. I hope the homeless get a home. I truly love my home.