Home

A HOME A home is not a box of wooden sticks. A home is when all my family meets on Christmas holidays, and I play with my older cousin. It is my grandma’s cooking in the kitchen and I'm sitting at the table and I stroke my cat. It is when my friend says a joke and everyone starts laughing. It's helping to plant flowers for my grandma. My room where I can rest and feel safe and where I can hide all my secrets. Early in the morning me and my friend going for a walk. Home is me and my friends sitting at the cinema. We laugh, eating popcorn . Nothing worries us because we are still children. My friends and I playing in the playground laughing, singing songs, riding on the swings and the sky is a bright orange color. It's about memories . Like you remember how in summer you play with your friends. Summer is memories time . Home is about feelings. By Alisa N