Home

As I walk in my house, I smell the delicious Italian soup that my Mom is making. We watch a little football on Sunday and play so many games. My dad makes a fire in our fireplace, and it makes the coziest place I've ever been in. After that, I go on my ice rink for a little bit while my mom makes soup. We play mini sticks. Then we read for about a half hour. My brother and I do so many crafts for an hour. Then we need a little bit of fresh air. Most of all what home means to me is togetherness. I love home and being together. The word together is home. That's what all memories are made from. The end!