Memories of Home

My home isn't just a place, it is memories. My home is where I took my first step, where I lost my first tooth and said my first word. My home is where I find my memories in my baby book. My home is where I celebrated my first birthday, Christmas and when I went around my home looking for Easter eggs the bunny left for me. I can remember eating them as I went along! All these memories were made in my home. On hot summer days, I would rush to get my bathing suit on after lunch to go into the pool. In and out of the pool, I would jump on the trampoline then back in the pool. When I was done for the day I would get a popsicle. And then I would do it all over the next day!! If it weren't for my house, I wouldn’t have a home.