What Home Means To Me

If home were a sound, it would be music from the radio and my family talking about different comedies from the show "Nickolodeon". If home were a sight, it would be a picture of a cozy home and laughter from the nylon that ricocheted off the sky. If home were a taste, it would be hot chocolate served with salad and ranch dressing. It would also be chocolate served with poltergeist candy. If home were a feeling, it would be a safe feeling with my family and a happy feeling from making a snowman. If home were a sense, it would be my mom cooking healthy food for me, my dad working, and my little sister playing. Home makes me feel like I'm safe and happy. Home is the place where I live, where I eat, and where I sleep. This is where I share what home means to me.