Meaning of Home

I love my home very much. I like to think about it, be near it, and be inside it. Home is not just a clump of wood. Home is a place with jokes, riddles, laughter, happiness, and lots of special things. I love the smell of cooked meals in the kitchen. My supportive family encourages me to follow my dreams and goals that I make to live a better life in the future. My home is somewhere where I think, create, and get lost in my imagination. My home is like a magical train carrying your goals and dreams and some support with your heart shoving coal to keep the engine running. I love the taste of my dads delicious homemade meals and some flavoured drinks to go with it. My parents try their best to clean the house, feed me and my siblings, and keep us from falling into a deep dumpster. My home is one in a million because I have my parents, siblings, and homemade stuff we make together as a family. My house holds lots of memories and frames of when we went to walk together. My bedroom is really special too. My sister and I play games there and spend time together. On weekends me and my family watch movies together while I cuddle the cat and dog in a homemade blanket my mother and father made. Think of home as a strawberry,each seed is 29% love. Sometimes me and my family go in the car and look at all the decorations we can get to decorate our home with. Besides my bedroom the living room might be the most special. Me and my family absolutely love hanging out there because it's where me and my siblings mostly sit. Also we like the living room because we watch movies, shows, and sometimes for fun we hook up our phones to the TV and the rest of the family watches the person play the game. The kitchen is the 3rd most special thing to our family. It's the 1st special thing to me and my dad but whenever my dad cooks, I cook with him. It's really fun and what makes it more fun??? Cooking my own stuff when we got the time! I add random scraps from vegetables and put them in the boiling pot. I let my sister try even though she might throw up. But it turns out she didn't even though she had about 2 bottles of water. The leftover scraps of vegetables go in the compost with the worms. It's really fun with my dad. Home is one in a million, or a billion because it is a shelter, it keeps me safe, and it can protect me from strangers.