Home


I remember home when I was young.
When I was a child, I wanted to leave.
I thought home was boring back then.
I remember my mom and dad always there.
There are so many memories of home, I
cannot name them all.
Home is a special place that I will not
forget. I wish I could go back in time
to home. There is no place like it in
the world. The old saying is really true,
There is no place like home.
Home is my best place.

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