What Home Means to Me

When I get home from school I like to draw in my sketchbook, I find it relaxing. When I am done drawing I make some berry tea and read my favorite book up in my room. Sometimes I will practice songs on my clarinet in my room but sometimes I play songs for my mom and dad. When I go to bed I feel my soft blankets and my comfy pillows, I soon will fall asleep with my favorite stuffed animal in my grasp. On Friday nights my dad, mom, and I will watch movies and my mom will make popcorn in her Whirley Pop. On Sundays I like to play my favorite video game, then I come downstairs and have breakfast and play with my dogs. Sometimes my dad will go out to Tim Hortons and get me my favorite doughnut. I’ll go on walks with my dad and my two dogs. We sometimes go to the baseball diamond and we’ll throw their favorite ball. I go to my friends house for playdates and sleepovers where we play games and watch TV. I think of times like when my best friend and I went to Calaway Park in the late summer, and she stayed over the next day. My dad will drive me to school every morning and my dogs will come too. They sit in the back seats with their heads out the window and their ears flapping in the wind. When my family goes to my grandparents farm, we’re in the car for at least three hours. I like to go horseback riding there with my sister and brother. We also go on the trampoline and our quads, we like racing them. This is what my home means to me.