What a home means to me!

A home is not a house ,because of the people around and all of the memories you have. Memories could be love, life and laughter throw those four walls. A home is not just a friend, it's like a family member to me and my family. Memories don’t come from the four walls that squishes and squeezes you all together, it comes from you all around. There are many special people in my life that make my house feel like a home. my dog is a golden retriever, my cat is orange and white. They are my special little animals. When my Friends come over we laugh and play, making memories together. We play all day long around and around the whole house loving and laughing with each other. We all play and we sleep in my room with the dark colors and all of the themed items. My little sister is special because we play and when I was little I fell out of a side by side and she found my touque as stars came and took me to the hospital. My dad is special because we play football and wrestle. My mom is special because she cooks and the food just tastes better when she makes it with love. My friend is special to me because we do everything together and we spend most of our time together at school and at our homes. This is why my house is a home to me and my family.