The First Step

Home means to me a safe place to live in. Memories from that time you accidentally made a hole in the wall or dug a hole to put a seed in it, and you watched it grow. The memories come back, and you laugh, feel sad , and maybe even proud. When you get home in the winter, it’s nice and warm, and you can be grateful for that, because some people don’t have a warm space to live in or don’t have enough money to get food or shelter. THE END