What Home is to Me

I do everything at home. I even do gymnastics and lots more. Some of the things I do at home my mom would get really mad at me for, like jumping on the bed or eating all the food. Most of the time l forget to lock the door too. But home is a place for you and me and everyone. Even if things are going bad home will never change not even if you remake your whole home. Home is my five senses. If I were to smell my home, it would smell like fresh creamy cookies out of the oven that me and my mom made with heart and love. If I were to eat at home, it would be a brand new cake from the best bakery me and my cousin ever looked at. If I were to touch home, it would feel like a smooth fluffy marshmallow I begged my mom to get from Walmart. If I were to look at my home, it would look like a cherry lollypop with fresh cherries that my brother ate a few days ago. If I were to hear my home, it would be my brother & sister calling non stop.