The History Of My Home

Home always tells a story . At school, all I think about is going home . Home is like a picture that has been hung on a wall . Home is like a warm cup of cocoa to welcome you in . When I think about home I think of toys . Every toy is a memory in my home .Every carpet has a special touch like the one in my living room . Cleaning and doing chores seems boring but when I start to think about all the people who don't have homes,perhaps cleaning can be a game . Home is like winning in a family board game like Monopoly or Snakes and Ladders . When I think about the word home, I think about a place I can go if I feel blue . My mom makes me think .