What Is Home?

Home is not just a place,not a building, not a thing you can truly touch, it's like a treasure chest of memories, new and old. Home is like a river, sometimes a raging rapid,sometimes a cool stream, ever changing,always changing. I see my little brother constantly yelling almost never stopping.I see my office full of Lego and toys,I see the tv showing many different shows. I see the living room packed with happy memories. I hear yelling probably from my brother,the laughter at the table and the hush quiet of the night. I hear the tv as it shows picture after picture. I smell top sirloin steak cooking at dinner,and the smell of noodles fresh out of the pot. I feel my favourite pillow warm and fluffy, I feel the warmth of my blankets huddled close on the coldest nights. I taste warm tasty noodles cooked nice and warm and made with love. I taste hot chocolate warm and loaded with marshmallows and tastiness.