My Home

Every day I walk through the front door after my hockey practice and smell the delicious spaghetti that my mom just cooked on the stove. Then, I look around and see my dog running straight at me and his tail wagging like a race car. I sat down on my cozy couch and saw the spot when I was little and I used to watch Paw Patrol on the tv. As I see my older sister, Emily, trying to give me a hug as tight as she can and my brother, Max, just coming out of the basement asking how was your game when I didn't even have one. Then, I see the table with all the awesome food on it, like spaghetti, pizza and all kinds of pasta. All of those smells drift away to make room for the new smells. I go upstairs as my dog follows me all the way up with his brown fur and as he tries to lick me right in the face. I walk into my room and see all of my toys and my bed where I have the best sleeps of my life and dream big. I look over and see all of my medals and trophies and all of my memories. I open my closet door to see all of my clothes and photos from when I was a baby. I hear my dads voice ‘’ Time for dinner’’ I run down the stairs super excited to eat with my family all around me. We laugh and talk about our bumps and turns that we had that day. After dinner I Go into the backyard where I practice my hockey shot lacrosse shot and soccer shot all kinds of sports you name it. I see the pool where we have parties and play with friends in the summer. The fireplace in the backyard is so warm and gathering to others. We play bored games there and sit and talk with family friends. This is what I think of my home.