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If Home were the five senses. If home were five senses, the first would be smell. It would be me walking down the stairs smelling homemade pepperoni pizza or fresh bought pizza with the side of garlic breadsticks. The smell of garlic is what makes me want to lurk around. We have homemade chocolate chip cookies for dessert. If home were five senses, sounds would be number two. It would be the sound of the train across the river or me and my brother fighting. The sound of mom saying, “Dinner’s ready.” or the sound of the TV. It might be the sound of my dog barking at some deers walking by. If home were five senses, touch would be number three. It would feel like me on my bean bag playing video games. The cold touch of my kitchen island where we all meet. It would feel like the soft touch of my dog in her fluffy bed. The rubbery touch of the TV remote as I decide what to watch. If home were five senses, sight would be number four. It would be the sight of the backyard bird feeder or someone using the swing. It would be the multicoloured fish in our fish tank. Or it would be my loving dog, Jersey, coming to greet me. If home were five senses, taste would be number five. My mom’s fresh focaccia bread or homemade pizza and bacon burgers. It would be the ice cream selection in our freezer. Home is very important to me. It helps me feel comfortable, safe and loved.