My Dear House

My home is magnificent. It is also a house of love. With that it is a place of joy. A place of joy is a place of kindness. The basement walls being built-BAP-BANG-memories of the old houses walls not being built. My miny stick rink-Tap-tap-A kid shooting pucks with his brother. The smell of my home-Sniff-sniff-me getting out of my room and smelling my favorite food tacos. The black marks on the basement walls-BAAAMM-evidence of many hockey games. My family's new home reminders that memories DONT disappear there with you till the end of time. Too many that come there is no story to tell but to me and my family there is a tale lurking in every corner.