The gift of home

The gift of home By Xavier Home is like a cloud; it contains the light good and the heavy bad memories. If home was something I could touch it would feel like a nice warm mug of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. My parents make me feel special, they are always there for me even when I am frustrated at them. My basement is like a sports complex. With the most fun memories shared and sports played. With my family we love playing Uno, in our house uno is like are family competition. An ordinary thing that really makes me feel special is playing all types of games from board games to sports. My best memories at home are when I just got back from vacation. Everybody loves vacation but when I am on vacation I miss home and I can’t wait to go back home. In my basement if my walls could tell stories they would say ouch, because my shots for soccer are getting more powerful every year. Home is like my shell, giving me my privacy. My parents are like therapists helping me with the bad when I feel sad. My home makes me feel safe like how a shield protects me from an attack, with my home's safety there are less worries. At home on a snowy or rainy night my family loves watching a movie with delicious popcorn and we like to watch movies with a nice cozy blanket snuggled around us. And on stormy nights my house is like we're in a shelter with big walls protecting us from the bad storm. My favorite cozy moments with my parents is eating popcorn while watching a movie on our couch. The best place in the world is home!