Home Not A Building

The meaning of home to me is not a place but somewhere I am with my family and the memories I make. So if we are talking about the building ‘home’ I am going to tell you some of the best memories I have in my home. I remember when my dad cut down the fence in the backyard, we had filled up water balloons and we had a party with my neighbours. Now that I have new neighbours, I find I miss my old neighbours. I also remember when I fractured my ankle but I thought it was just a bruise. When my mom came home she said it was not a bruise, then we went to the hospital and I got X-rayed and it was a fracture. Then there is this song my Abuelito, (grampa), sings to my mom on her birthday. I remember when he started singing it to me. And it is a wonderful song!!!!!!! I love my family. That's why the meaning of home to me is not a place but somewhere I am with my family and the memories I make with them!!