Home

Home is a place where nobody can judge you. you can always be yourself. You have the smell of home. Your brothers GROSS room, your sister’s perfume, your two baby brothers. Also, gross diapers, then your dad’s popcorn that he’s making so he can watch the hockey game, your mom making dinner that you are too picky to eat, then last your normal room. Home is a weird thing. Sometimes you can have two homes or you have really close friends, and you feel at home at their place. It’s called home because you feel comfortable and welcome to help yourself. Here are some words that you can describe home with: comfortable, loved, perfect. Those are my descriptions of home. When I think of home I think of mom, family, siblings, and dinner. Home is the place you’re at other than school, unless you’re, at say, playing at the park or outside. at home you get back from school you’re at home it’s that place you know the combination to the door. That's what I think of home.