My Home

My Home is nice like having a big hug. Home is a feeling, it is not a place. A home is just a house, until it is filled with a family and memories. My home is nice on Friday because my Mum makes fries with chili. When my dad cooks dinner it is delicious. My room looks normal on the outside but on the inside it is a wonderland of imagination when I step in my room. In my living room I have a lot of good memories. One of these memories is my 1st video game, Mario 64, and when I was 2 months old I did not leave my kitchen. Also, my favorite room is the game room. All of these memories make my home.