Home is not a building it is a place.

A home is not a building, it is a place I feel safe where I feel faith. For me it is not in some concrete city but in my little town down by the sea. Home is where I get hugs that feel like sunshine that I miss when I'm gone. Home is a place with me and my family where I feel love like a dove for then place we call home, with walls of gray and floors of Stone where memories are and will neve fade made and adventure are engraved. A home is a magic place like pulling a Rabbit out of a hat but I do not need a magician to feel the magic that I have. other places feel like mazes which is weird because they have the same base with the same walls gray and Floors of stone but the Memories are not the same. For home the memories are Soft and warm like roasting marshmallows of a nice campfire where the grass is greener the a green Sour apple from when me and my brothers pick when We were younger and the sky is bluer than blue berries on our favorite hiking trail that we go on to See the beautiful Ocean's blue eyes that look-forward to when we go or when we go driving up the hills of green. home is where we go to get together for Thanksgiving to give thanks for home a place we also gather to get ready for Halloween where we come to celebrate Christmas and birthdays for our loved ones where We give the gifts of love and friendship. Therefore, home if not just u building in is a special place in our hearts.