Memories of My Home

A home has a lot of memories, like a time machine where we can revisit our cherished moments. I think home is my shield; it protects me from every difficult situation. It is the place where I get joy, happiness, and peace. Home is a cozy bed where I sleep like a bear sleeping in the winter. Reading my favorite book, in my cozy blanket, and playing games with my mom and my dad is home for me. The warmth of delicious food made by my mom makes me feel like a bear who loves eating honey. Finally, I want to say home is not a building, it is a place where I feel loved.