What Home means to me

My home smells like cotton candy, popcorn, and fresh air my home tastes like love and peace my family is like Lego bricks because we all stick together, we can make a home. Home isn’t just a place it’s a memory whenever I move out, I will remember that one place where I was raised. I will remember the good and the bad. My friends mean a lot to me, even the ones that are rude to me, they are still my friends. The place where I spend the most time in my house is my basement it’s also where I have family dinners.