The Meaning of Home

When I think of my home I think of a really safe place like a safe house. In the winter, the snow feels like a soft, cold pile of feathers. It is great. Home is when my mom cooks food, the smell is like heaven, I can smell it from my room. Home is every Wednesday, when I have drum lessons feeling happy and excited, I love making the BOOMS! The CLASHES! And the BANGS! Home is playing video games with my brother. He always wins, but it is still super great. Home is when I play with my 2 year old sister, she bosses me around and I listen sometimes. Home is when I have play dates with my friends, playing on my trampoline, having the best time together and making our own trays of junky snacks. Home is when I feel safe and loved.