What home means to me. Home is where I feel safe and protected no matter where I am in the house. The smell of moms baking and my brother whining and my sister slamming her door and my dad singing at the top of his lungs. Home feels like the trees blowing in the wind and the green, happy grass tickling your feet. Home is where family’s join and laugh until your stomach hurts so much you want to cry. But you always want to remember to be grateful and be happy with what you have. But most of all, home is where the heart is.