Home

My home is where I live and where I make memories. Some memories are not always happy, some are sad,bad,boring,funny or happy.One of my happy memories is when my baby sister took her first steps and one of my bad memories was when i broke my hand by doing a cartwheel [it hurt]. I might not have the same house forever but I will always have the same memories forever. My home is where I belong, it is where my confidence grows wild and it is where my loved ones will live. It is where I grow and be smart and strong. Some people might have one,two or more houses it might be small big short or tall maybe even different colors it's still is an amazing house we should be gratefull for such wonderful houses because some people don't even have