The Meaning of Home

My home is noisy but sometimes very cozy. In the summer I like to have fun, when I’m in the sun. I love my home and family, but sometimes they are a little to bragie. I love my home, I feel loved, like when I put my hands inside a warm glove. My home smells like love, like when I drink hot chocolate from a warm mug. My home smells like the big bucket of hot buttered popcorn straight up out the microwave, that me and my family have for movie night. My parents got me some flowers, and they really smell like vower. My home smells like the cake my mom and I used to make. It smells like vanilla and whip cream. My home holds all of my Beautiful memories. Without my memories I would be in the same situation as the book Mixed up. I was born in my home, when my parents saw my cone shaped head. And when I opened my eyes, I new that this is my home. Home is not just 4 walls, and a roof over your head. It’s so much more, But it’s mostly the people that you surround yourself with. What is your meaning of home? I would really like to know. I LOVE HOME.