Home means to me

Home means to me By Jared.P Home is where I feel amazing. I look at the view and just start gazing. I go outside and ride my bike, do some jumps and drink a sprite. I jump on my beanbag and thro of my hat. I look at the door and there's my cat. My mom comes home she says super is ready. I come to the table I am starving already. Hamade soups steaming and hot. It's my favorite soup. I like it a lot. I go to the basement to watch a movie, but the internet is kind of doozy. I go to bed and say goodnight.