What Home means to me.

A home is not just a place with a door and a wall. It’s more like a place for comfort when I fall. For me home is a place where I smell muffins after school. Home is a place where I here splashing from the pool. Home reminds me of scoring goals on my outdoor rink. It reminds of a movie night and eating pizza and a drink. Home is where I play backyard baseball and hit home runs. It’s a place where my Dad tells “funny” puns. Home is where my hockey stuff smells. Home is where my little brother yells. Sometimes home means playing in the snow. Sometimes it means my Mom and I making buns with some dough. Home is where I have sleepovers on Friday nights. It’s a place where I eat macaroni and take big bites. Home is a place where I catch balls with my baseball glove. Home is a place I love. My home is always cheerful and bright. Home is where my friends and family are always in sight.