When I Think of Home

I think of my family all sitting together eating spaghetti because that’s my favourite meal that my mom and dad make. Or I think about being at my cabin playing outside in the backyard with my brother and sister on the trampoline or on the boat. My home feels like my parents giving me hugs because home to me needs to feel like love. Or sitting next to the fire with a blanket and hot chocolate, and home smells like my sister baking cookies in the oven or it smells like a candle burning. My home sounds like my brother in the garage shooting hockey pucks or music on speakers or my family talking and laughing. My home looks decorative with modern stuff and that’s the way I like it. My home tastes like fresh baked bread that just came out of the oven. Home also looks like my family watching a movie in are basement on the couch with popcorn and movie treats and pop. I am so grateful for my parents because they do everything for me and my brother and sister. My home feels like me cuddling with my two pet dogs there names are Stanely and Stella and I love them. I love my home and my family I couldn’t do anything without them or anything without a home.