My home

My Home My home is SUPER important to me. In winter it gets to - 30 to - 42 (this year we are lucky so far) so I would probably be by myself the 4th day. But good thing that will never happen because my parents ( mostly my Mom) are super careful when they cook to not start a fire. Once when I lived in Midtown Airdrie Alberta my Dads car was stolen; I was so scared that they might come and break into our house and kidnap me. We moved shortly after and felt safe( er). Every night I would pray for a dog , one day I had a sleepover at my Grandma & Grandpas house and came back TO A DOG!!!!! My Mom explained that he was from a black family that couldn't take care of him anymore . His name was Max but we rea- named him Freddy Mercury. I was so exited, he is so fluffy. :) By Josie