Home

Home. What does home mean? To me home is to feel the safety of my home. The love of my family,With all the worries to be let out .hearing the crazy sound of the tv playing, the comfiness of my couch. Fighting with my brother over every little thing that ends in my brother playing vicdom. Being woken up by my dad at six every morning to get ready for school.Smelling the sweet smell of waffles tosting but yet the burning smell of bread crumbs. Walking to school hearing the sound of snow crunching underneath my boots. Seeing my breath flow into the air. The sound of my teacher talking. hearing the bell ring every thirdy minutes then finally hearing the last bell of the day so i can go home. Every time I walk in my room seeing my fish excitedly swim around in their tank thinking I'm going to feed them. My dad shouting me and my brother to unload the dishwasher. The loud sound of the puck hitting my stick. The sound of my team cheering. The feeling of the cold wind hitting my face as I skate. Hearing the ice crack underneath my skates. getting off the ice then rushing to be the first one to undress. The sound of my family laughing. The sweet taste of freshly baked muffins. The sound of my friend laughing, joking with my friends.Feeling free to do whatever I want to be who I want. Home is the love of my comunidade, my friends and my family. That is a true home.