Home is Filled with Memories

Home is a place where I feel loved. It doesn't matter if your house is big or small, brown, or white. What matters is the people in it and the memories you make with them. Home is like a big box of memories. It's where I learned how to ride a bike and lost my first tooth. Home is where I can be me and not care about what others think. The best part is that I'll still be loved no matter what. The best part of coming home after a long day at school is being greeted by my dog as soon as I walk through the door, and the smell of delicious dinner being made. My favorite room in my home would be my bedroom; it’s where I get nice and cozy and cuddle up with my dog before bed. Home is a place that is filled with memories of me and the people I love, I will always remember all those amazing memories.