The REAL Meaning of Home

I get called down stairs cause my toast is ready.It looks flaming hot tasty can’t wait to eat it.I spread peanut butter right across it with excitement to eat it.I say “thank you very much” to my parents and take a bite of it.The taste is unmatched.Joy spreads through my body from the taste. Luckily it’s the weekend so I can play with my sibling Evelyn. So I can make her day and make it full to the brim of joy.She has thousands of laughs and lots of fun.I go to the beach with my family.My dog makes big splashes while leaping high through the waves.I watch the waves crash onto the sand while my dog has lots of fun leaping and playing in the waves with his tongue out and a giant smile on his face. A few minutes later we went back up to the house. I'll look out the window with joy seeing a flock of birds glide through the sky and swoop down to the ocean for fish.And I hear my sister laugh and laugh on her gymnast course.My home is a place where I’m free to do what I want.My soul hops through my body as I watch foxes leap and play together. I go outside to my shed and shoot hockey pucks at my hockey net practicing for a tournament in Halifax.I do it for about 30 minutes.I go inside and listen to the music from a speaker ride through the air into my ears.I think of the peace and calmness in the world and think of why wars shouldn’t exist and why the world can't have peace.I go to a hockey game.