Meaning of Home

Home. The place where I can watch movies every Saturday. Hearing the chuckles while popcorn jumps in the background Pop! pop!. The glee on our faces makes sparks into the room like fireworks! The flavor of buttery popcorn melts into my mouth like cotton candy mmmm it's incredible. Home. If home were a town it would be the fresh smell of the $1 dollar candy bags at the canteen. I would see the room Filling with smiles as they got their bags. I'd taste the sugar disperse over my tongue shocking my taste buds with a smile yum! I would feel the candy slide off my sweaty hands down into the hatch. Home. The city I stand for, the place I live. I'd see the trees smile and the grass brighter. I would smell the delectable fast food as I went to hockey. I'd feel the wind grace my skin—the sound of the birds chattering in a group. I would taste the delicious Mc Donalds fries hit my lips after a long hockey game. Home. The place where I can watch movies every Saturday.