Homes Can Change

Home means a lot to everyone and it can change. That’s what happened to me. I was in my home relaxed and exhausted from a long day at school. My home then had five stories, it may seem flabbergasting but really, there was three. The reason why I’m saying that is because two of then were regularly used. Then you must be wondering. Why did I say three? It’s because I was the only one who used the third floor. Just for sight-seeing and because it was really hot. It was fairly windy up there and seeing the landscape around me while being up so high felt fantastic. I wasn’t allowed to go on the fourth or fifth floors because it had a ladder and I might fall off of it. The fourth story was five cubic meters in length and the fifth floor? It was two cubic meters. You might have thought the fourth and fifth floors were the same size as the rest but no. Just as a note, floor three, four and five don’t have rooves. Like I said, homes can change. Me, my sister, my brother, my dad and my mom took a journey to Canada for chances to educate us and to be successful. It was an amazing ride being in a airplane for he first time. Eventually we got to our destination. It was Fall so the air was cool and crisp. Home means a lot to everyone. In my case we had to change it for an important cause.