Grade 6

Oak Bank

What Home Means to me

What Home Means to me

On September 6 I was born, my Grandma surprised me with a blanket that she made just for me. It has a picture of a bunch of animals on a hot air balloon and to this day it is just as special.

Home for me is waking up in the morning to my alarm clock ringing, my eyes fluttering and struggling to stay open. But I gather up all my energy and run all the way downstairs and all I hear is the sizzle on the stove top from the delicious pancakes cooking.

On Christmas morning waking up is always a joy. I wake up at 8:30 and my eyes open I run downstairs and head straight to my parent’s room and jump on their bouncy bed yelling “IT’S CHRISTMAS”. They are annoyed at first but the finally agree to come open presents, and I am grateful for all of them.

Home for me is my pool. I go in my pool when it’s summer break I throw on my swimsuit and grab my towel and head for the pool whit my straight brown hair whipping around as I run. I cannonball into the water kaploosh I splash water out of the pool and I have no regrets.

But that blanket I got when I was born is just as special to me this day. It has been through a lot but I still love it just as much.