Week 8: Home is Where the Heart is

Home is where I have lived my entire life. It is where I grew up with my family. A ton of memories have been made at my home. Of course though, having 7 siblings there was always something to do and memories to be made. I miss my childhood so much. We would literally just go out to our yard and we could split into teams and have our own kickball or baseball game. That's what I loved, there was enough people that we could pretty much play any thing and it worked. It was so fun even though it ended up in arguments often. I would go back to my young days and do it all over again because I hate growing up. We still have pretty great memories of stupid things we do even if we are all grown up. Another place that has kind of been my home is Miranda's house. My freshman year I stayed there every weekend and every chance I could, her family was pretty much mine. I went garage saleing with her mom and sister, Miranda wasn't even with us,  and it was fun! I stayed there during the summer even when she wasn't home and it was completely normal. You know you have a best friend when their home is yours.