Home is Memory to Never Forgot

I love home and its memories of my best times. I smell the fresh air coming through the sky. I see how tall it is. It is a place where everyone can live. I feel the soft walls making me feel bright. Are house protect us from anything sad. In the inside it has happiness around us. It feels to cold out. In it warms us. When we are lost we will always find home. My home has love and care. I would never leave home because that is where I share. Love flows through air. We are always kind and always fair. I would sometimes feel blue and go home but it is my happy place. I love to play, I love to talk, I would love a nice walk. When I'm cold I take a blanket and that warms my heart. The places I have seen, Pakistan, New York, and the USA. There was no other place like Canada to live in. It warms my heart on a sunny day. In the snow I would always play. I will always find home anywhere I can face any challenge through the snow wherever I go. I feel bad moving and leaving home. For its memories of things I have done. I felt lonely that it was the only one. I will never forget its best times and what it means to live in my best home.