What Home Means to Me

This is what home means to me. I live with my Mom, Dad, and my two brothers and my sister. We live on a quiet street. I have to say it is quite a spot to live in. It is a quiet neighbourhood with some kids to play with. It is amazing. Most of the time I can hear my siblings yelling and whining. But also, we can get along. At dinner time I can sure smell the delicious food…like turkey and ribs and wings. When we all get to the dinner table, we sit down and dig in. The delicious food is all I really care about at the time. When I get to bed, all I can touch is my soft blanket and comfortable soft pillows. All I can feel is excitement when we do something like go karting near Parksville. All I can feel are butterflies in my stomach when I get to the top of a roller coaster and then it drops down all the way to the bottom. I can feel love when I go watch a movie with my family. And that is all.