Home

My home feels like my cabin to me. At my cabin we feel free, there are so many different things to do. Home feels like driving the side by side. When there is snow you can drive there on the skidoo. Home looks like hunting trips, when you lie on the ground and wait for movement. It feels like catching animals from the patio. When I think of the cabin I giggle and I think of the forts we build in the woods. Feels like mud up to your waist when you're looking for a duck. Home smells like pancakes and bacon on the stove.