WHAT IS A HOME
What is a home? Is it a house a place, a building? Well to me it’s a place where you feel safe and happy. Somewhere you can spend time with your family and friends. Home is a place where you can be yourself and cause trouble. Your home might not even be a house, it could be a cabin, apartment, shack, castle, box, anything really. My house is my home because I have stored all my memories there. Like the time my dad set up a spa for me and my sisters or, the time I did a cartwheel and ran into the wall and dented it. There are so many memories. I can’t even say them all. My family may be chaotic, but I love them so much, My mom my dad my little sister (even if she gets on my nerves ) my other little sister my brother all of them. When I’m home I know it’s going to be loud and crazy chaotic busy. But there’s nowhere else I would rather live. So for me, what makes a house a home is the people there with you.