Finding Home

Finding Home Hello there! I know that people have been asking me what home means. Frankly, I do not quite know the answer. I begin to ponder and suddenly, a thought hits me. What if I go on a journey in my memories to find out what home means to me? Would you like to join? Come on, let’s go! Look, see that tiny girl, sketching Picasso with mommy’s lipstick? Yup, that’s me. I was having fun, doing something my parents would probably not approve of. Home is a happy place for me. Maybe that’s what home means? Fast forward a couple years. “Ding, dong!”. Daddy is home. I flew towards my daddy and gave him a tight hug. I felt joy rushing through my body to see him. Maybe seeing my parents is the meaning of home? Recently, we took a road trip to the majestic Banff. It was so much fun! We saw mountains that were taller than anything I've seen in my life. My jaw dropped at the sight of mosquitoes as big as my fist! Before we left, we bought a souvenir fridge magnet. When I see the magnet, it brings me good memories. Maybe that’s what home means. Fun memories! Oh no, was that me coming home from a bad day? My mom was there comforting me. I felt glad that someone was there for me. Perhaps that’s what home means? Whoosh, back to the present! Guess what? I think I made a conclusion. Home is made up of four special ingredients. A happy place, the people I share my house with, fun memories, and knowing that someone is there for me. Now that is home to me.