My Home

If my home were a taste it would be my dad’s pancakes with chocolate chips and maple syrup in the morning while surrounded by my family. If my home were a feeling it would be my mini stick pushing the ball around the house with my little brother running beside me. If my home were a sound it would be my mom calling me upstairs for supper. If my home were a sight it would be like walking in a hockey shop and seeing all the different sticks lined up in symmetrical rows. If my home were a smell it would be my mom’s freshly baked cookies when they come out of the oven. That's what I call a home because you are surrounded by the people you care for the most.