When I Think About My Home

When I think about my home, I am reminded of my family. We have made so many memories in our home. I think about all of the game nights we had as a family. I also think about all the chaotic memories my siblings and I have made in our home. One time, me and my siblings had nerf guns and we shot each other in the kitchen. I am reminded of the smell of perfume. I have a sister who is seventeen, and she really likes perfumes. Her scents are as potent as freshly cut onions. When I am in my home, I feel protected like a bear cub with his mom. Whenever I feel scared I always have my family to protect me. My home is clean like a school at the start of the year. Sometimes my home would sound as chaotic as a fire drill. When I get home from a long day at school, I get home to the smell of fresh bannock straight out of the oven. When I'm at home I feel comfortable because I don't need to worry about anything.