My Home

When I think about home I think, smell, hear, taste, what it looks like. My comfy bed and the fresh smell of brownies baking in the oven. I feel free and home is where I feel safe. Home is when you're lost you know where to go. When me and my family go on trips we see the best views together and the taste of new foods in our mouths, the shops on seashore, and drinking cold water on the hot sand. The waves pushing me to the shore, the boat rides when the air hits my hair feels so good. When we jump into the cold water when it's hot and the taste of the Canadian maple syrup on the stick tastes so good. On cold winter nights a cup of hot chocolate just for me, the sound of the winter movie in the background, whipped cream marshmallows in my hot chocolate. In my soft PJs on my skin feels so good. And when it's summer again everybody gathers in my backyard and throws water balloons at each other.