My Home is my Heart

When I think of my home, I think of me walking down the stairs in the morning smelling the fresh bacon and crepes with my mom, dad, and siblings waiting for me to come eat. When I think of home I see all the memories of me and my sisters playing with toys in the living room. When I think of home I feel the carpet with all the memories of me and my family on christmas eve watching the grinch. When I think of home I Taste the fresh cookies that my mom just took out of the oven. When I think of my home I hear my dogs barking when I come home because they are excited that I came home.