Where I Feel Safe

When I walk up my stairs I walk into the kitchen, and I smell the great smell of breakfast. I see my dogs begging at my dad’s feet hoping to drop some food for them to nibble on. I walk into the bathroom and I look into the mirror, I see me in my beautiful home. When I walk into the living room I see all the great memories my family has had together. I walk out to the deck and I see the pretty snowy view of the forest right in front of me. I look outside and I see the animals in my yard. I call my dad out to see what animals there are. He loves that kind of stuff. I go downstairs and I see my fireplace blasing, I see my brother warming up in front of it. He looks up at me and smiles at me. He looks so happy to be at home. I go outside and I hear the wind whistling and the birds tweeting. I look out and see all the colorful leaves in the fall. There are puddles from the rain. My family goes on camping trips to a whole bunch of different lakes and rivers. We invited my family and friends to come with us. We go fishing and catch lots of big fish. I love fish. When I eat it it makes me feel happy and joyful. Home is where I feel safe. Home is where I grew up. Home is where I love to be the most. I am there with my family enjoying every little bit we have at home. I lay in my bed and I feel safe in my bed. It is so comfortable. My home.