My Meaning of a Home Poem

When I think of my home, I see my family settling down for the night, getting ready to watch a movie and have some snacks. When I think of my home, I hear my dog barking, running and jumping all over me so excited to see me and my sister. When I think of my home, I smell the yumminess of my mom’s citrus candles. When I think of my home, I feel the grip of my hockey stick, shooting pucks bar down in my driveway. When I think of my home, I taste fresh chocolate cookies straight out of the oven.