What Home Means to Me!

I think of home like love. I love the smell of my mom’s homemade chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house. The taste is so delicious. I feel the love and laughter that is memorable. I see the nice movies we watch around the fireplace and smell the marshmallows that we roast. I hear the sleds slushing down the hill. Home is the place I see my family. This is what home means to me!