My Home To Me

My home means joy to me. My home means joy to me because I get joy from different spaces in my house. I have joy at home with playing. I get joy from the love from people. In this essay I will talk about my house and how I get joy from it in different spaces, with playing, and with love. I get joy from the different spaces in my house. One space I get joy in my house is the memories. I get joy from my memories because I can remember all the parties I had. I have joy at home with playing. I have joy at home playing hockey games. We play hockey outside on a rink. My brother and I have hockey games with my dad. The teams are my brother and I against my dad. In the end we are all very grateful for the rink. I get joy from love from people. I played ping pong with my dad in a competition and he beat me. It was really fun. When my mom reads to me at night I feel happy. When I play lego with my brother we make cars and I have a lego house that makes me joyful. Spending time with people makes my home joyful. My home means joy to me from space playing and love because of my family. My family plays with me, gives me love and shares the space with me. Home means sharing joy with family and friends.