What Home Means to Me

A home is a house, but it is so much more. A home is filled with the memories of a life. A home is playing with your friends for example. But for me it is much, MUCH more. A home for me is a place that holds memories to come back to and enjoy. One memory (kind of) that’s at home is all the Christmases, big or small. Another one is when my sister came home which everyone was happy happened. But not all memories that make home, are good. One night, I was in the garage with my grandma going to sleep when she got a call from my mom, she handed the phone to me and my mom told me that Panzer, our dog, died. But when I’m at home thinking about Panzer, I remember the life he lived and my memories with him, and all of that, is what makes a home.