Home

        Home, a place where I can be around the people that  make me feel safe, a place where I can watch my favourite movies with my family, and eat freshly popped buttery popcorn on my stove with my family. Home, on the ice where I can be free and express my feelings into the moves. Feeling the cold breeze on my face and through my hair Hearing my blades glaze across the ice knowing I'm meant to be here. 
Home, a warm feeling, sitting next to my family and friends enjoying a warm bonfire, eating delicious s’mores and listening to the fire burn and crackle. Home, memories, remembering all the fun times I have had with my family. Like the time where my dad, mom and I were tapping trees to get sap to boil to make maple syrup, we burnt a batch and it tasted like s’mores, I couldn't be more thankful for the family I have.  Home, the place I run to when I get off the bus, my dad is waiting there for me. I run and hop on the swing pretending I'm flying, my dad pushing me so high I get butterflies. Home, music, listening to our favourite songs, singing our hearts out while music is blasting in our shed, in the car and while cleaning. Knowing every single word to songs. feeling the vibrations through my body having the best time of my life.   Home is a place where you can be yourself.