My Memories

The meaning of home is a great feeling. When I’m at home I am loved so dearly. I look forward to go home because it is always warm and cozy. I am always ready to go to a warm bed that I can sleep in. It’s a place where I spend time with my loved ones, my friends, my family and my dogs. I remember a time when I first got my dog Bentley and he started to chew the trimming on the walls, They’re still there. That's what my house reminds of... my lovable puppy. It’s where I have scrumptious dinners ,lunches, snacks and I can enjoy every bite of it. It is also a place where I can save memories of laughter, fun, anger. I can look back and laugh at my mistakes too. Your home isn’t just a building. Home is the people you share it with, the love you bring in. It’s just like how the cookie crumbles, something might happen, but scars can heal. I am super lucky to have a home so I hope this peace of writing will help someone get a house.