The Real Meaning of my Home

To me a home isn't just a building, it is a place with a meaning. Like when I walk in I can and I can smell the great smell of my mom's candles that smell like vanilla and when I walk into the kitchen and I smell my mom delightful baking and makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a cozy blanket of love and caring. When I walk into the living room I feel all of the memories flow over me and this isn't just a room it is a room full to the rim with very special memories like the first time my sister ever walked the living room makes me happy every time I walk into that very special room. And it makes me take for granted what i have and have more things than most kids so im very happy for what I have like I have a home food and water and i get a lot of presents under the Christmas tree my home has a special place in my heart like i feel safe in my home because when I smell christmas Cookies and the candles I just now i home. When I walk into my room with all of my Special things like my hockey medals with all the memories of hockey. When I walk into the basement it reminds me of the fun night when we had board game night and when we get popcorn and watch a movie we get happy, sad, scared and sometimes cry but they are special memories that I remember when in the basement.