My Home

I love my home because my parents live there, my three siblings live there, and my warm fuzzy dog lives there. My home wouldn't be my home without these things. It's my home because of the memories that were made from earlier days, and the birthdays we have every year. My home is a place of safety, security, laughs, giggles, warmth, and a place where I can be myself. I have both good and bad memories from the rooms and the things in my home. Although it could be a bad memory, it wouldn't be the same without every element to it. I love my home.