A home is…

My home makes me feel unique like an art piece in a Museum My brothers always make me laugh with their silly jokes. Home makes me feel warm from the inside out like I'm sitting by a campfire at night with golden marshmallows memories: One of my memories is when I was 5 I found a full bag of marshmallows and I ate them all but never told my mom. When i was 6 my mom got done painting the walls and Some paint dripped on the floor so I wiped it up with my little finger and licked it right off! Fortunately I did spit it out in the kitchen sink, but sadly still swallowed a lot of paint. My favorite memory is when I was a toddler. I don't know how old but I got out of the bath and dried off. I got a hold of a blue washable marker then I tried to draw tattoos all over my legs and arms but the tattoos just turned out to be Scribbles .