Meaning of Home

Home is like a salad mixed with ingredients that we like and don’t like. To some of us home is sweet which it is, but challenges come at any moment. Even though you get knocked down your family is right around the corner to help. The front door is like the beginning of a brand new day. The start of a roller coaster going up up up and going down again. When I get home from school I’m excited for a new memory to happen. My living room is my adventure room. I come up with ideas and exotic creations that I try out. I draw pictures of ideas and explore my creativity. The kitchen is like my mothers cave. She works hard on making messy disasters that I actually enjoy. It’s like she kills her prey and brings it back to feed her family. My bedroom is my quiet place where I lay down all my struggles and lay down. My bed is my pirate ship sailing the seven seas of sleepiness. The sheets and comforter are so soft and comfy that sometimes I pretend it’s cotton candy. My mother would hide under the bed, try to scare me and tickle me until I died of laughter. My backyard is like a forest. Trees surrounding the whole area. When I’m in my pool I pretend I’m a scuba diver searching the depths of the ocean to find treasure. My face is almost as shocking as seeing a shark when my dad throws me across the pool. Some people want huge mansions or bigger houses but me and my family's love for each can fit in our house. Those are my examples of home, a never ending feeling of warmth, wonder and love within your family.