What Home Means To Me

Home is not just a place. Home is lucky. Home is not what you normally think about on your bus ride home. But to have a home like you. This is what home means to me. Home. A place where I feel the warmth of the fire gleaming on my face. Where we`ll make smore`s and tell funny stories. I feel loved. Home. A place were you are safe when there is a big gigantic thunder storm with screaming lightning. A place were you can snuggle up with your parents while watching a movie. I feel safe. Home. A place were I feel the water brushing across my face when I go for a swim in Graham Lake .A place where I feel the country breeze running across my face and the sun beaming all over my body. I feel calm. Home .A place where memories are kept in the walls forever. The place where you can make things that you will never forget. A place where things will never be forgotten. I feel at home. Not everyone has a cool home like yours so think about what your home means to you. This is dedicated to Habitat for Humanity.