Home To Me

My home is quiet, calm, and peaceful, surrounded by the forest with me and my family. Opening the front door to the wooden tiles saying creeeeack craaaaaack as a welcome home, our dogs barking when they see us, my annoying sister yelling at me to leave her alone. My sister likes to pretend she's the boss of the house. My home is as quiet as a library. My home smells like homemade cooked stew sitting on the wooden table waiting to be eaten while my mom yells at me to unload the dishwasher and to clean my room. My mom likes to pretend she's a better cook than my dad, but knows she isn't. My home makes me and my family feel warm, comfortable, and cozy. My special memories are in the kitchen making homemade pizza, getting flour everywhere and then having to clean it up, putting the pizza on the grill and it smells delicious. Watching a comedy movie in the living room with me and my family, eating hot, popped, buttery, salty popcorn. My home is as cold as Antarctica. I like the cold because I like to bury myself in my blankets and fall asleep while watching tv with my mom and my dogs laying on my legs so I can't move. I love our road with many walks and chit chatting with me and my family, our dogs barking at the fast, sneaky squirrels. I love playing in the backyard until it's dark and cold outside. My home is unique because of our big, old, antique piano with every key off tune. My home means family. My family has a heart of gold. My family is kind, gentle, and mild. That's my home to me.