What Home Means To Me

When I think of home, I think of my soft fluffy bed in my room, a place where I feel safe as I doze off to sleep. Home is a place where I can smell wonderful smells like freshly baked cookies that my grandma makes. Home is a place where I can listen to the soft sound of my roosters crowing in my back yard. Home is a place where I can pet the soft fluffy wild cat that comes to my home for food. Home is a place where I can eat delicious meals like venison fried in soft butter. Home is a place where I can do fun activities out in the sunny yard such as shooting my pellet gun or bow. Home is a place where I feel warm, safe, clean, thankful, and happy. Home is a place where love and dreams can be shared, that is why I believe everyone deserves a home, not just me.