What home means to me

Home to me looks like the big white door that you can't see through. It looks like the big building with the blue shingles on the walls outside. Home looks like the pine trees in my front yard. It looks like the trampoline where I have so many good memories. Home looks like my old playground in my backyard. It looks like the green grass in my front yard. Home is a place where when the hockey games come on you can hear the roaring of the crowd on the tv. Home is where you can hear my dad yelling at the tv to throw a touchdown. Home is when you can hear the dog barking at nothing in the window. Home sounds like when my brother screams and crys because he died in fortnight. Home sounds like my dad yelling at my brother to eat his supper. Home is a place where the best tating hash brown casserole in the world is. It is a place where I can taste fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. Home tastes like the burnt homemade pizzas my parents make. Home tastes like salty chicken noodle soup when you're sick. It tastes like the disgusting medicince you have to take when you get sick. Home tastes like the kraft dinner you only get once evrey two months. It is a place where I can smell the fresh baked banana bread from My room. You can smell my parents burning the homemade pizzas in the oven. It smells like my mom’s sensei candle in the hallway. Home smells like my clorinene in my pool. It smells like dove body wash that my dad smells like when he gets out of the shower. Home smells like the fresh cut grass in the summertime. Home is when I can feel my brother pulling on my hair after I annoy him. Home feels like the ragged porch made out of wood outside of my front door.it feels like the smooth surfice of the table. Home feels like the soft silk blankets in my bed. It feels like the rough walls in my living room. It feels like the rough secouinces on the bins in my bedroom. Someone once said “ a house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams. Home to me is with my parents and my brother. Home is where my parents get mad at me for the little things. It's a place where my mom says '' two wrongs dont make a right.” home is where you jump on the trampoline in winter and getting snow up my gloves.