My Home

My bed is like a home to me. I feel special about it. It was not too long ago, I put up LED lights. And my friends came over, when they came over we had a dance party. When they come over, it makes me joyful, spending time with them. My kitchen is a place where I cook cookies. Yesterday my mom and sister made cookies. I like to spoon the cookies on the pan but my sister does too so she was crying. In the kitchen I have so many memories. I eat delicious foods like chocolate chip cookies. It makes me feel joyful. I love eating my mom's chocolate chip cookies, I love my mom's cookies. I have many memories, I wanted to move rooms because my room felt small to me so I moved into my parents room and now my old room is changing into a playroom. I feel sad that I won't play in there as much any more but I feel happy because my sister will be able to play and be happy. Now the room I have, I really like it and I want to stay in it for half of my life. I wish everybody had a home to experience making nice memories in their home.