What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t just: walls, windows, a door, and a roof. Home is: feelings, objects, places, and even memories. Home has feelings like calm, relaxed, safe, cozy, happy, and comfy. Home is safe, like a safe castle, with friends and family as knights, and you as the king. Home is cozy like a cozy blanket you can wear to feel better. Home is relaxed, like a relaxing pillow fort, that you eat, talk, and play with your family in. Home is comfy like a couch, where I talk with my Mom about my day while waiting for my Dad to come home. Home has objects too. Home is the bed that you read, go to sleep, and get goodnight greetings in. Home is the keyboard that you can play classical music on. Home is a basketball net in your driveway that you shoot three pointers, and jaws open as the chalky ball swishes through the net. Although home isn’t just a house, it can still be places. Home is my room, with the sunshine from my window, and my brother's room light sneaking in through the crack under my door at night. Home is my friend’s house, where we love playing Monopoly, and rehearse for our school talent show. Home is our Grandparents cottage in Southampton. It has a bunky, and we go there with our friends and cousins. Plus, there’s a tennis court and a toy store close to us, so we take tennis lessons there, and we go to the toy store before we go back to London . Instead of bricks, home is made of memories. Memories like us at the beach and swimming in Lake Huron. Memories like playing soccer in my backyard and sliding across the soft grass when my team scores.