My Perfect Home

When I think of home, I think of a place where me and my family all fight. Even though we all love one another my house is also a place I feel safe. It’s the place I watch tv, sleep, play, eat and hang out with my family. My house is filled with lots of stuff I love. Wake up in the morning, I’m as tired as a bear and when I get upstairs, I smell my dad’s coffee. I see my mom take the dog for a walk. I taste my breakfast and I feel my backpack when I get ready for school. Those are just a few of the things that are in my house I’m so lucky to have. I walk to the bus stop. I get on the bus I wait about 30 minutes and then I get off the bus and go to the class line up and wait I go through 6 hours of school. I take the bus home and rest I wait for my mom to get home and make dinner. On a Thursday I go to parkour after dinner on a Friday night I go to bed early because I must wake up early to go skiing at apex and up at apex! the snow is white as mayonnaise. When I’m done skiing, I’m so tired and I sleep so well and I wake up the next morning and I go upstairs and lay on my couch and wait for my family to wake up and I watch tv for a bit then I have breakfast and that is my life every day and I love it.