The Meaning of Home

When I think of home I think of a big brick house with two big windows on the front and a big brown garage door. one normal size door with a bench right beside it. Home to me feels hot like an oven max comforting like a soft blanket and smells like the bananananas that went bad too weeks ago but mom wont throw it away and I hear nothing but the ice making machine in my fridge. One memory I had in my house was when me and my brothers josh and eric and mom made a chocolate chip cake . Eric kept asking to lick off the spatula and ate some chocolate chips. Overall home is a place where I feel loved, happy and understood. Home means a lot more to me than I think it does every day. BY: IAN JONES