Home is Where Memories Happen

My home is not the untidy,dirty place that I call home. It is a place where I make memories and spend time with my family. Home is where I belong and it makes me happy. Picture this: home is where I go to have adventures. Watching scary movies with my family and laughing when we all get scared. The best, tasty, delicious meals that you can smell from a mile away are nice but it’s not about the food, it is when we make the food together,talk and pray together. The backyard is when we jump on the trampoline and pretend that we are touching the blue bright sky. When I am down my parents make the silliest face and that makes me smile. You know the pictures on the phone are like snapshots that give us memories that we have taken. Every day is like a dream come true, going to school to play with friends, playing games as a family, and going on field trips to see wonderful places. So home isn't just a place where I play games and work. It is a place where I make memories and explore.