Memories

I see the tall, huge pine trees growing on the lawn as I walk up the staircase up to home. As I enter through the big front door, my cats come to greet me. I sit down on the soft, comfy white chair near the round table. I grab a small glass and pour some warm tea into the glass. As I go back to the table, I open a cupboard and a box of cookies. As I sit down, I put the glass cup on the table and the box of cookies beside it. I pick up the TV remote, and I press the on button. As the TV flashes to life. I hear some birds chirping and smell the yummy cookies my neighbours are baking. Home is a place that might be small or big but is filled with memories, good or bad. My favourite memory is of the snow that would fall outside and how the snowflakes would flutter down slowly or fly down furiously towards the ground.