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As I grow old I notice the memories I make as a kid grow bold. That's why I think of my home as my safe memory dome. As my health flows I just know that not every home doesn’t have enough nutrients to grow. As my happiness starts to fly I just know that not every person can go home without letting out a big sigh. What home means to me is going outside, being able to play on a bright sunny day. I can also play outside in a pool but some homes are cruel and the only furniture they have is a chair or a stool.