My Home

At my home, I feel the cool breeze blowing on my face and all over when I take the dogs for a walk. I taste a juicy apple that I just picked from a tree in the backyard. I see the tree branches rustling in the wind, and I see the dogs playing around. Then it's the afternoon, and I smell my parents making lunch. I hear the workers yelling over the tractors in the orchard because it's very busy during crop season. This is my HOME.