Home

The meaning of home is to me,the feeling of a soft sofa in my house. The feeling of lego bricks and books in my house. The sound of my home is my brother talking to my friends and the chat of my friends and the sound of keyboards. The sound of birds singing and the sound of the wind wishing the leaves around in my backyard. The taste of apple cider and lot’s of chicken legs and Mac and cheese, the smell of flowers and hamburgers on the grill with cheese on the paty. The look of the cheese melting all over the pattys. The tasty breakfast sausage on my plate in the daytime on the weekends with the eggs on the side. The taste of pancakes along with the syrup and the blueberries as well as the bananas makes the perfect breakfast in the daytime. The sound of the soup boiling in the pot. The look of the lego Concorde in my bedroom on the floor on its stand. The exciting smell of my house when I get home from school on speed skating days. The feeling of my skin suit when I go speed skating on Tuesdays. The feeling of being in my soft comfortable bed every night. The look of the book that I’m reading before I go to sleep for the night.