Home is Not a Place

Home is not a place; it is where memories are made. It feels like home when I spend time with my family. My little brother and I go sledding down a big snowy hill. When we reached the top me and my little brother sled down a snow ramp. We crashed down on the snow, and when we were done, my dad drove us back home and I looked up at the starry night sky. When we make it home, we sprint to our room and huddle in blankets. Sometimes we fall asleep cause of how warm we are. Me and my family love movie nights especially Action, Suspense, Comedy, and Sci Fi. Home is about who you like spending time with, like my siblings. My two older brothers are nice and funny, my older sister is funny, artistic, and cool. So are my three brothers, I told you about my two older brothers, my older sister, but I haven’t told you about my younger brother. My younger brother is really funny sometimes and he's creative! My writing is for Habitat for Humanity, I hope the poor have somewhere to live.