What Home Means to Me

When I think of home I see my room with my bunk bed, my parents and sister and my cat and dog. I also see my basement with lego and toys. I also see a couch and furniture. And my back yard where I can play. If I picture home I smell cheese and pepperoni pizza cooking in the oven (occasionally). It also smells like my cat and dog. When I think of home I feel the warmth of the heated blanket and my normal covers. I also feel the warmth of my room. When I think of home at home, I taste delicious homemade pizza every so often with each and every salad. I also taste candy like marshmallows and hot chocolate. When I think of home I hear my dog barking at squirrels and my cat meowing because he always wants food. I also hear birds chirping and snow crunching under my feet and the TV playing and music playing. Home is a place where I feel safe and secure and hopefully you do too.