Home for Humanity

I was so young when my family moved into my home. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t remember anything. The only thing I remembered was that I was 2 and then realized why I couldn’t remember. I wanted to look at my past but I couldn’t think of those small memories. But when I asked my family, my brother, my parents, they could tell me about it. My parents could show my pictures because they were the ones who could remember. I wish I could’ve remembered what it was like moving into a new home. I wanted to look back at those dear memories. I wish I could ave but I thought that I can make new memories that I will remember forever. I realized that the home that I live in now, now matter how much I remember, is where you create memories, share memories, cherish memories, love memories and live those memories. Home is where you can be yourself and look back at those memories. Those memories make you who you are, you make memories so in the future you can look back and see the joy you had with your friends and family. Home is where your heart, memories and cherished moments are.