If home was a...

Many people asked me what home means to me, so here it is. I will be telling you what home means to me in my five senses. Enjoy! If home was a sound, it would sound like happy laughter because my family is always laughing. It reminds me of home and makes me feel safe. Whenever I would feel sad, my dad would always cheer me up by telling me funny stuff. If home had a taste, it would taste like yummy homemade food because my mom loves to cook and it tastes so good. I used to love getting mcdonalds so my mom made her version of it. It tasted so good. If home had a feeling, it would feel like my parents giving me a big hug. Whenever I felt down, my parents would give me a hug and it made me feel better. They would also give me a motivational sentence that made me pick myself up. If home had a smell, it would smell like a fresh baked cake. Whenever I was having a bad day, my mom would make me this cake and it would never fail in picking me up. She also never told me what was in it. If home was a sight, it would look like the big blue ocean. When I went to the beach for the first time, it was a happy peaceful place, just like my home.