Home.

Home,it can be the shape of a square,circle,rectangle,and even a triangle! But to me home means nothing like that, it means family memories and love. There can be times when I can smell the scrumptious aroma of my parents' warm soup and remember my mom and dad dancing in the kitchen to cozy winter jazz music while the soup was boiling. The delightful smell of warm soup and the sense of home and family made me want to join them. There can be times when I can feel my heart pounding excitingly when my dad looks at me and I look back and we both race downstairs even though I am way faster than him and we play rock,paper,scissors to either play badminton or volleyball and me remembering whenever he loses or I lose we hit each other with a velvety smooth pillow.And remembering that fills my head with memories I’ll never forget. There can be times when I see the glisten shimmering snow outside and the big snow slide me and my parents made in my backyard and remembering when my dad used to carry me and throw me in the cloud soft snow but now im too big so I just push my mom and dad in the snow and jump on their backs. There can be times when i feel the gleeful joy in my heart when my parents surprise me with a puppy on my 7th birthday, and watching my dog stare at the window and waiting for another dog so they can play makes me miss the day he was a puppy and me remembering when my mom tucks me and my dog in for bed. For me a home isn't just filled with furniture or how pretty it looks,it's about the memories you make and the people you spend it with