The Smell of Home

As I walk in through the door the scents of baked goods and fresh homemade soup hits me. I take a spoonful of my moms homemade chicken noodle soup. It's like a warm bundle of love. My dads chocolate chip cookies are delicious. They are like a chocolatey masterpiece. My home is not just a building, it's a space where you can be you. It's not just a place to lay when you're tired, not a place to eat a snack when you're hungry, it's a place you should feel loved. When me and my family have family game nights we play Monopoly. We may get a little competitive but we always love each other no matter what. When we have family movie nights we put inflated air mattresses and put blankets on them and watch Pixar movies. On nights when we have my moms homemade soup we all share multiple things that made us happy throughout the day. My home is full of special memories. I love cheer, and sometimes I throw random tumbling skills on the air track across the kitchen. I may break a lightbulb or two but we will always remember the memories we made in the kitchen. Or when me and my dad make bread. Yeah we will fail a few times but we will remember all the memories we made while making bread. This is why I love my home.