The Key

Home is a place to feel loved and warm. Home is a smell to me. The smell that reminds me of home is the food that my dad made, the smell of my animals, or even the sweater I wear. Home could be four walls, a person, or maybe a thing. Home is where you find yourself safe. I feel at home at school when we play games in the gym or draw in art, to doing math in the classroom. So home is a feeling, a thing or two, but a house is a house 1-2-3-4-5 squares stacked on another. Home is my bed where I sleep with my blankets and pillows with my favorite stuffed animal. Home is playing with my sister, baking with my dad or learning to do laundry with my mom. Home is the place I grew up with the people who cared. Where memories were made, the bad and the good. Home is more than Saskatoon. It's my grandpa's farm or my grandma's house, all the way in BC, or the backyard structure I played on when I was 3 to now. Home is the world, the green grass, the snow, the rain, and the sun. Home is you all together, your brain, your heart, muscle, bones, eyes and mouth. You can make anything home because you are the key. :)