Home to me means a sense of familiarity and nostalgia .It's fun to come home.It looks the same.It smells the same.You'll realize what's changed is you.Home is where we can remember pain,love,and some other experiences:We parted here;My parents met here;I won three championships here. If I close my eyes,I can still have a clear picture in mind of my first home.I walk in the door and see a brown sofa surrounding a low glasstop wooden table.To the right of the living room is my first bedroom.It's empty,but it's where my earliest memories are. There is the dining room table where I celebrated birthdays,and where I cried on Halloween-when I didn't want to wear the skirt my mother made for me.I always liked standing on that table because it made me feel tall and strong.If I sit at this table,I can see my favorite room in the house,my parents' room.It is simple:a brown wooden dresser lines the right side of the wall next to a television and a couple of photos of my grandparents on each side.Their bed is my safe zone.I can jump on it anytime-waking up my parents if I am scared or if I have an important announcement that cannot wait until the morning. I'm lucky because I know my first home still exists.It exists in my mind and heart,on a physical property  on West 64thstreet on the western edge of Los Angeles.It is proof I lived,I grew,and I learned. Sometimes when I feel lost,I lie down and shut my eyes,and I go home.I know it's where I'll find my family,my dogs,and my belongings.I purposely leave the window open at night because I know I'll be blamed by Mom.But I don't mind,because I want to hear her say my name,which reminds me I'm home. Sometimes when she feels lost,the author will  _  .
open the window at night lie down in bed to have a dream try to bring back a sense of home go to Los Angeles to visit her mom