What home means to me
A home to me is amazing. I think my home is silly, gentle, loud, and calm. Leaving home and going home, back and forth, side to side, through and under and over. all in my home.
Some people don’t have a home. Like when I go through town I see people that don’t have a home. The frame is the skeleton, the siding is the skin, the electricity is the brain, the plumbing the blood, and the heart are the people inside my home.