what home means to me
In my home I can hear my dog bark. My sister getting worked up over a little thing. I can feel the warm heat come out of the heater as I sit on my cozy carpet. As I sort my hockey cards. Munching on a Kit Kat bar, I can hear the T.V in the big bedroom. I feel safe and comfortable in my home. I sometimes smell hockey gear, horse, and wet dog and it does not smell good. But when I smell all of that I know that I’m home.