What Home Means To Me

Home is not the walls that surround me, but the people and things that surround me. The first thing I think of is what I smell. Like my cat, dog, perogies, farmer sausage, breakfast Keich, custard, hamburgers and chicken noodle soup for when I am sick. So, when I think of what makes a home. The first thing I can think of is what I love not what I hate. I like going camping with my mom and my brothers. Some people hate the outdoors. Once the boys are in bed you can look up at the stars. You can eat s'mores over a campfire. One tradition I have with my Auntie is we go to the zoo, and we get ice cream from Sargent Sundae, and I get lime sorbet. And my auntie gets a Sundae. Some people take it for granted so it's important to be thankful for what you have.