Home is the smell of beef tacos after sledding with my brother in the fluffy white snow. Home is the taste of hot chocolate with whip cream and marshmallows on a frosty day. Home is the feeling of a warm black blanket by the toasty fire with my family. Home is the site of trees blowing in the wind on a stormy night. Home is the sound of birds singing and dogs howling at the moon. This is what home means to me.