My Home

Every person has a place where he feels safe. For me, this place is my home, warm and cozy, protecting my peace from my childhood. When I feel sad, I come here and watch my favorite movies, when I have fun, I invite friends. Relatives gather on holidays in the house, and in the summer my beloved grandmother comes to visit. She makes me pancakes with jam, and the house is filled with a delicious smell.

My house is very beautiful and it has a special, sincere atmosphere. The walls are decorated with my children's photos and photographs of my parents, and on the windowsills are flowers that I water, putting my piece of heat into the overall comfort. Perhaps that is why my house is so dear to me, which I love with all my heart. This is my own little corner where you can hide from the whole world. My tiny planet, where I enjoy the world, peeping at him through the book. Sometimes I imagine how book characters come to life and talk with me, sometimes I fall asleep over my favorite adventure novel, or thoughtfully turn the pages, thinking about my future and school friends.

If it's cold outside, then the house warms me with its walls, and when it's hot, I find the long-awaited coolness in it. My house gently waves me before bedtime. I close my eyes and imagine myself to be the captain of a large ship that carries me through the waves towards adventure. It has always been this way, and even now, when I start to grow up, I still feel the wind of wandering and the whisper of the ocean breeze. Therefore, I always want to return under the warm shelter, where you can hide from the rain and snow, watch the snowflakes slowly melt on the window glass and drink hot tea.