My home is somewhere I feel excited to go; it’s a place for fun where I feel safe. It’s not just a roof over my head; it’s much more than that. It’s where I can have friends over and be silly.
I feel relaxed, I feel cozy when I go home and see smiling faces. If I walk in my home and smell the deep fryer, it means the world to me because it means it’s a special day; my dad is making me my favourite treat, chicken wings and french fries.
Home is where I can blast my music, it’s where I can read in the corner of the couch, it’s where I can drive my ATV.
This is what home means to me.