What Home really means to me!

Home, home is a place which I call special. Home is a destination that can go anywhere. Home is where I make love and memories like baking muffins in the kitchen; and the sports moments that are worth living. Home Is the place where I hear the feet of my cousins and me running on the deck going from the hot tub into the icy cold pool water! Home is the place where me and my friends have sleepovers and trash the basement. Home isn’t the only place where I can feel safe, home is a place where I don’t feel miss placed. Home is a space where I belong, home is a place where me and my friends have a friendly competition of ping pong, which I’ve always won. Home to me is the place where I get to the basement and already smell dirty hockey equipment, which I wish was replaced. Home to me is the place where in the basement all you hear is my brother playing games on the xbox. In the summer, a baseball is what I throw. In the winter all we do is get bombed with snow. If you go to my Dictionary, this is what Home really means to me!