Home Sweet Home

Home, where do I start? When I think of home, I get a special feeling in my heart. I feel comfortable in my home as if I am free. To me, my home protects my heart, family, and memories. Meanwhile, my house protects my body. I love making memories in my home to look back on because they make remarkable stories to tell. At my mom's house I live with of course, my mom, two brothers Caden and Kalum, stepdad Steve, and stepsister Olivia. We live in a small town next to a train track, so I tell people I've never needed to buy an alarm clock. But there are a lot of great perks, like we almost know everyone. So that means I'm allowed to invite friends over. I like inviting people over to watch movies and bake and to have sleepovers all the time. I know if you ask anyone how they feel about home, they will have another idea such as, they feel safe. So do I, but I would say I feel safe being me and expressing myself and my emotions. If home was my flower, I would be the small black and yellow bumble bee. The point is, my home and I go together like warm cookies and nice cold milk (which are my favourite!). Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful I have a nice home with a good family surrounding me. I feel everyone deserves to have a safe, warm, beautiful home. I am very thankful for my home and everything in it. I love my home because that is what home means to me. What does home mean to you?