What Home Means to Me

What Home Means to Me Some people might think that the words house and home are the same thing and the word home doesn’t mean much more than just a building. Well, no. A regular building where you live is called a house. But what about home? Home is the place where you think you truly belong and feel truly at home. It may not be a mansion or even a building, it’s still called home. A house can be a home, of course. But a home isn’t always a house. I would call my room my home. It’s filled with wonderful memories and my things that I really value. My room doesn’t have anything expensive like a pool or anything, but I don’t care. The most valuable things in my room are my teddies. I spent almost my whole life with them. My oldest teddy named Freddy and he was there for me when I was around 1 years old. He helped me when I was sad or hurt and is still there, looking at me with his shiny, button eyes across the room. You may think: “This kid’s making stuff up about a teddy bear just to win a tablet and pizza!” But no, I’m not. Freddy may not be real, but he is in my imagination. I even made up a place called BearWorld. It’s a place where all the teddies hang out together. It used to be as simple as that when I was 3, the year I made it up. Slowly, BearWorld started to have a true meaning. So, there are these portals that only teddies can see that lead to BearWorld. These portals only appear in places I truly call home. And yes, they’re still in Russia, too, where I used to live. Waiting for new bears to discover that place. Now, they’re also in my new home, so my bears can still have access to BearWorld.