My Home is Made of Memories

When I walk through the rooms of my home. I cherish the memories from years ago. My home is a sanctuary where I can rest and relax. My family at home makes me feel the best. At home I am surrounded by family and friends. Who helped build the memories that I share with them. From family dinners to boardgame night all the memories of my home have shaped my life. When I was little, I loved to run around. Inside or outside either would count. Memories like this always make me smile. They remined me of fun times, from when I was little. I love my home my home is a story. That has never stopped and is still going. Not everyone on this planet has a home, that is the sad truth. You could lose your home at anytime, on any day. All it takes is one mistake one injury, one bill you could not pay. A home is so much more than people think. A home could be all kinds of things. At home you are safe loved and heard. Your home gives you space, to live your life and enjoy the world. Each home is so special with a unique story. That is why I say that homes are made of memories.