My Special Home

A home looks like my bed, my dog and also my dad. My dad has cancer and my house is a special place where we can spend time together. A home feels like my quad. My quad is my happy place when I'm at my cabin. A home smells like dogs. I have a new dog. A home sounds like my dog's barking. A home tastes like Oreo cookies. Some of my favourite memories of home are when I cut off my sister's hair. It was very funny. Another time, my sister was on the ladder in my pool and I jumped on her and we both fell into the pool. My mom cooks breakfast every morning and it tastes really good. Me and my mom would go to the park all the time and me and Dad would go on walks in the woods and play hide and seek. Whenever my sister came home from her College she would always make her food that tastes really really good and then we would go out for a Drive. This is why homes are special.