Home Sweet Home!

When I'm at home I can smell the great sweet smell of cookies and hear the nice crack of the fire at the fireplace. I can see my mother and my sister playing a game of cards and my dad outside making ribs on the bbq. Home isn’t just a place, it's a feeling, from the big warm hug that warms my heart, to the small cold glass of water that cools me off in the hot summer days. In my home, there are lots of memories, like when we play 31 and eat poutine and onion rings. In my home, me and my family have a good relationship. You don't necessarily need a roof for a house to be a home, like you could a camper of a tent just as long as you feel safe.