What home means to me
In Ontario, a 7 year old boy is walking home after a stressful day at school. He is thinking of his family and how he is going to play badminton with his brother once he arrives at home.
At the same time, on the other side of the world, an 8 year old boy is alone, hiding from the war happening right in front of him. He is wondering where his family is and if he is going to make it out of the war zone.
I feel really lucky to be in the Ontario boy situation. Every day, after: school, extra curricular, etc, I can go to a place where I am loved by my parents, and my other family members. I feel protected from the outside world, almost like I am protected by an imaginary bubble. Home to me is always where my family is, train, hotel, even a tree, as long as my family is there, that is my home.
Home is also a place where I can relax. At the end of a vacation, or just after a strenuous day, I know there is a place that I can sleep, relax, and eat.
Home also has to do with freedom. I can sleep whenever I want, yell at the top of my lungs, and of course, play. At home, I am free to control my own pace, as long as my parents think it is reasonable. I can work when my brain is ready, and take a break when I need. Freedom, important to me.
The last thing is obvious, happiness. You can play with your family, friends, and you can enjoy yourself. At home, you can do anything that makes yourself happy!
That is what home means to me, freedom, relaxing, family, happiness.