Home to Me

Home to Me A home is not just something that has walls and a window with a piece of plywood poorly nailed together. A home is not just houses that you walk by when you are walking home from school. A home is a place where you make memories. A home is where you live for most of your life. Home to me smells like the rich smell of my mom’s cinnamon buns when I come home school. Other days when I am lucky, I smell the meat balls wafting through the air. My home sounds like bacon popping on the pan which makes my stomach grumble like a bear that just woke up from hibernation. My home also sounds like laughter during supper. To me home feels like a couch. Or a nice cozy bed. Home to me looks like dogs playing in the house. Home looks like freshly baked cookies and the chocolate oozing down the side. Home tastes like salmon with the sweet sauce. Home also tastes like pineapple pizza. This is home to me. -Josh