What Home Means To Me

Creeek! I walk into my house and hang my backpack and coat up on a hook. Then I take my boots off before I walk into the kitchen. As I leave the porch I step on the cold, slushy snow dripping from my boots. In the kitchen I see and smell my mom baking muffins and cookies. There is a tray of muffins on the counter. I take a bite of one and taste the gooey, melted chocolate chips. Delicious! I sit down to finish it at the kitchen table and I hear my brothers, Evan and Logan, playing video games together in the playroom. I love my home because I have a mom who makes home-cooked meals almost every day. Another reason I love my home is because I have 2 brothers and 1 sister to play with. Also, I have a huge yard so Evan, Logan, and I can golf and play baseball.