Every person has a place where he feels safe. For me, such a place is my home, warm and cozy, which has protected my peace since 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, which I remember and love since I was five years old.
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 window sills 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.