Whenever I think of my home

My home is a house. But my home is more than the couch I sit on, and the bed I sleep in. My home is more. Whenever I think of my home, I feel like I’m filled up with joy. Whenever I think of my home, I feel playful just like when I played with a toy. Whenever I think of my home, I taste pizza, on family movie night, where I’m cuddled up. Whenever I think of my home, I taste ice cream or a root beer float in a large glass cup. Whenever I think of my home, I smell freshly baked muffins that I love. Whenever I think of my home, I smell hockey equipment like my jersey and my glove. Whenever I think of my home, I see me in my bedroom. Whenever I think of my home, I see the spring flowers bloom. Whenever I think of my home, I hear my parents asking me “how was school.” Whenever I think of my home, I hear splashing when my brother jumps in the pool. Those are some things I like about my home. I wish everyone could have a place they call home, just like me.