For me, home will always be associated with my childhood.It is not only one place. It is where I was being taken care of, loved, fed the most delicious meals and where I played the most fun games with friends. I called home the apartment I was raised by my parents, I called home my grandmother's house, which I loved dearly, and cried my eyes out when she was told the neighborhood had to be rebuild and the house had to go.I called home my dad's birth house in the country. My memories are my home.