If Home Were The Senses

This is what home means to me. If home were a touch, it would be the shiny white tape held in my hand. If home were a taste, it would be my mom's flavorful creamy homemade macaroni & cheese and my dad’s juicy steak after it comes off the barbecue. If home were a smell, it would be the smell of the fireplace blazing. And the aroma of alfredo pasta baking on the stove & chicken on the Barbecue. If home were a sight, it would be my huge pine Christmas tree in my living room beside my big fireplace & TV. If home were a sound, it would be a black hockey puck hitting my hockey training tarp when I'm practicing in my garage. These are the 5 scenes in my home.