What Home Means to Me

Home to me feels like a safe cozy place. In the winter when I come in from the cold I like to sit by the crackling fire while drinking hot chocolate. Home to me smells like fresh baked buns and cookies. The sounds of home are like the birds chirping early in the morning and the trains going by. The sites of home are like the glowing sunsets and sunrises we watch together. And in the summer you might see my mom’s beautiful garden with budding flowers and veggies. In the house you might see my mom cooking and my dad fixing the house up. And in the winter you might see some snow piles and my dad plowing snow. You might also sometimes see our family having a movie night. I can't imagine not having one.