What a Home Means to Me

When I think of what a home is to me, I think of how when I get home I can be myself, spend time with family, and do fun hobbies that make me happy! I’m so grateful to have a family that loves me and to have a place to live – especially a place where I can feel comfortable and safe. When I think of what a home is to me, I think of when I bake warm cookies with my mom. I smell these amazing, warm, fresh cookies in the oven and you know it’s gonna be a good batch! When I play board games with my family, we make the best memories and have the best times! This board game called “clues” is so hard to win against my mom, and she wins every time. I also learned it’s not always about winning and losing, it’s about the memories you make when you spend time with family. When I go outside to my front yard, there are so many fun memories made. I love soccer so much. My soccer net is right below my front window. I can’t tell you how many soccer balls have hit that window! Even when I slip on my grass I just laugh because my grass is so soft and comfy. Once I've finished school and all the fun memories, from the day I go into my room where I feel safe, comfortable, and know I can go to sleep and have the best and safest dreams. I’m so grateful to have a family that I love so much and a place I can feel safe and can be myself. Thank you for spending your time reading this. I am so grateful.