Meaning Of Home

My home is where my room is. My room is a private and quiet space that has my closet where I keep all of my fresh clothes that aren’t ripped or torn. My home is my shelter full of memories good and bad. When we used to live in Toronto I remember looking at two houses .The first one had an extra bedroom which we liked but the basement wasn’t finished, The second one had the basement finished but it had scratches on the walls. It smelt bad and just wasn’t in the best condition. We still really liked the second home so we got it and turned it into a very loved and appreciated home. I still have the same paint on my bedroom walls that my family helped paint about seven years ago. Four or five years ago my grandparents surprised me and my little sister with a playground in our backyard that my dad and my grandpa built. Every time i look at it reminds me of how happy I was and how much it meant to me.