Home of Memories

Home is a warm fire on a cold day. Home is Mom’s gumdrop cookies freshly baked. My home is candy sweet but sometimes sour. Home to me is waking up to see all of my family by my side. Home is an ocean, smooth tides and a nice salty breeze. Home to me is a vault a safe place for anyone who is given the key. Home is an escape from the crazy world that we all know. The feeling I get when I walk into my home is the best feeling that I have ever felt nothing will ever beat the feeling of a nice home.