Home

They say that home is where the heart is. I totally agree. Wherever I go, it is always nice to come back home. Home is where you let your guard down. Home is where the public you is set aside and the real you comes out. I never really thought of when we realize that our homes are the safe haven. At what age can we distinguish home from out. I got a clue yesterday. My family was out for the day and then went to a department store. My grandson who is almost two years old was tired of shopping. He put his head down on the cart and said "home". When he realized that he was still being pushed down the aisles, he kicked it up a notch and started yelling the word home. We he saw we were heading deeper into the store, he began to cry the word home. At that point we left. As we got to the exit door, the crying stopped. He knew he was on his way home.