How Home is Special

Woof! Woof! Woof! When I walk into my home, I pat my very fluffy Australian labradoodle named Mazie. Home is very special to me because my family loves me so much. Home is special because my family takes care of me and Mazie! Home isn't just special inside my home, it is also special when we go outside on family adventures: from all of the snow-covered mountains where I try my hardest in ski races: to the wonderful places I have travelled, like Paris, Rome and Italy. At home, I cuddle up with my family drinking hot chocolate with gooey, white marshmallows. We curl up next to the cozy fireplace and watch The World Cup Soccer on tv. My dad shouts, “Come on, come on!” on the tv, cheering on our favourite team England. My mom helps me and my sister do homework at our desks. We eat family dinners in the kitchen that smells like spaghetti and meatballs. In my backyard, there is a hill I like to toboggan on when it is snowy that is full of memories. That is why home is special to me.