Home is where the 0. heart_ is.” That’s so true. I’ve lived in many different houses during my 1. but not all of them have been home. When you are growing up, home is where your 2. lives. I left home when I was 3. and slowly my childhood home was no longer. Now it’s my parents’ house and not my home. I moved around a lot and only 4. a year or so in most places I lived. They never really felt like home. A home is somewhere you feel totally 5. and want to come home to. The expression “Home Sweet Home” is also true. You have to have nice feelings about it to call it home. Home doesn’t have to be in your home 6._ . I’ve lived in several countries and have had a home in all of them
Then I go outside to play with my friends. In winter we go skiing. In summer my father and I go to the swimming pool, especially when it is very hot.
At one o’clock we have dinner.
After dinner we have a short rest. My father goes to his study and reads newspapers. My mother watches TV set, my younger sister sleeps. I usually go to my room, read a book, listen to music or do my homework for the next week.
In the evening we go to the park all together. It’s very big and beautiful. There are a lot of different park amusements there. My sister and I like to go on the rides very much or just go for a walk with our parents. Our mother and father often buy us candy floss or popcorn. Then we go to café and order the biggest pizza. We eat, talk and laugh.
We come home at ten o’clock in the evening, satisfied, tired and very happy that our day off turned out well.