My happy place

Home is home because of the people that are there, not the things. A home looks like hugs and the faces of friends you have not seen in awhile. Home smells like dad’s cooking and my moms perfume. Home sounds like me and my dog wrestling and the birds chirping outside. Home feels like my dog's fur and my dog jumping on me when we wrestle. Home tastes like traditional meals and fresh fruit like my dads steak. Home helps you collect your feelings. I go home when I'm upset and when I need aid. My dog is there next to me. Even when I am downstairs playing hockey. Home is important to me because of the people.