This Is What Makes A Home

Oh, how I love my home. The home that my dad built just for us. That old couch in the living room, it smells like when I was a baby. So many pillow fights on it. My bunk bed, so many pirate adventures on it. The basement, oh I can’t count how many mini-stick games. The kitchen has all the smells; spices like paprika and cinnamon. The toyroom is trashed, but I love it so. My backyard in the wintertime, has a rink. In the summertime birds are chirping. In the fall I play in the leaves. In the spring I play in the rain. I may love my house, but it’s my family and our experiences that make it a home.