What Home Means To Me
You can have a house, but it is the memories that make it a home.
What home is to me is that my cats Willow and Hazel like to fight a lot and sometimes it gets out of hand. This time I was filming a video when hazel suddenly ran at Willow. Then willow jumped up and literally R.K.O.ed Hazel. Hazel then got scared and ran upstairs. I could hear Hazel’s little feet running at Willow, I could smell air, and when willow flipped Hazel, I yelled out R.K.O! willow looked at me weird after that though. That was a good memory, what home means to me is when me and my friend Keegan were making a YouTube video.in the video we were throwing darts. I could smell the candy that we got from Es-so, I could hear the songs that we were playing in the background and there was also a bouncy ball in the video so I threw it as hard as I could at the wall and of course it had to bounce right back and hit me. It did not help that I threw it hard because it bounced back really fast when it came back.
What home means to me is when my Mom, my Dad, and I were eating supper when suddenly my fluffy gray cat (Hazel) started chasing nothing like usual. Most of the time she just chases an imaginary mouse but this time she seemed like she could not find it. Then her eyes got big and her ears went back, then out of nowhere she jumped about 5 feet in the air and when she came back down, she cuffed her paws like she caught something. That was one of the funniest things that have happened to me
Without these memories it would just be a house, but I have these memories and that’s what made it my Home