My Meaning of Home

Home is not just a word. It's a place. A place I can go to when I feel sad or frustrated. My home has always been there for me. My home may look like just a plain building with walls and a roof. But it is not there are memories that fill it. That give it color its own color. Ive lived in a lot of house’s before and all of them have had memories some that I miss some that I don’t want to remember. Things that I love about my home are my family because they take care of me, feed me, and play with me. Also, my bed because it gives me a good night sleep and keeps me warm at night. My video games because they keep me entertained. My furniture because it fills up my home so it's not just empty inside. Lots of family's have lived in my home and even before my house was a building it was still a home to animals. And the indigenous people too. And now my family lives in this house. And the same goes for my other houses. They weren't always mine and now they aren't again now new family's fill them. That is what makes my home a home. A home that I can love that I can live in with my family.