What home means to me

Home is running around the house because you annoyed your sister. Home is spending an hour perfecting a project with your parents. Home is nagging your eldest sister because she spends the whole day in her room. Home is splashing around in my pool with the sound of my friends laughing. Home is having a sleepover with my friends and staying up till midnight watching TV. Home is the neighborhood I live in. Home is the sound of crunching snow when I sled down the hill at the park. Home is the sound of my friend screaming because he is going down the hill too fast. Home is the sound of my cousin screaming at me from the top of the hill because I went down without him. Home is the city where I grew up, seeing the Leafs playing at Scotiabank Arena. Home is having a late hockey game, going to practice and having a blast with my friends. Home is driving to Ottawa and seeing parliament; it is living in Canada and smelling the fresh beaver tails and delicious smelling frozen syrup. Home is going on a chairlift to the top of a ski hill and having a blast on your way down. Home is having a poutine break after skiing. Home is coming back from a long day at school and feeling safety and comfort and seeing smiling faces looking at me at the dinner table. That is what home means to me.