A place to share memories

Home feels to me like a place to share memories and laughter. My mom said that when you grow up and have kids you can share your memories from when you were a kid. But, if I were to share all my memories to my kids it would take an hour. When I grow up I hope I remember me sitting with my family on a Friday night watching a movie. If I were to describe what home means to me I would say a place where I share stories and laughter. Being with my family is like a huge bubble that can't be destroyed. My home feels like the safest home. I know it has four doors to get in. My home is so much fun and I'm so grateful for my home. I'm glad to have somewhere to eat, sleep and to be loved in. Even though this community is small it could still save peoples lives.