Meaning of Home

I know a feeling. It’s the warmest, most important, and most special feeling. It’s the one feeling I wouldn’t be able to live without. There are many different parts and memories of this feeling. I know the feeling of my family movie nights. The movie nights where my family would all go downstairs to watch our movie, which would usually be the Grinch, whenever my sister got to pick. Those are the movies that felt like a real movie theater because my sister made “tickets’’ and would charge me two paper dollars to sit on my own couch. I know the feeling of my family dinners. The family dinners where you could smell what for dinner even in the other room. When my mom would call me down for dinner, she would yell so loud and would repeatedly yell until I came down. Where once in a while she would make her cheesy delicious signature Nachos. During those family dinners my adorable dog Bella would beg for food and try to jump up on the table. My cat would also try to drink our milk. I know the feeling of my family Ringette nights. The ones where me, my mom and my sister would all downstairs and all play Ringette on our fake ice. I would obviously kick their butts. But my dog would attempt to play and almost get hit with a Ringette stick I know the feeling of coming home and get excitedly greeted by my adorable, hyper dog that would jump on me and lick my face following closely behind my cuddly cat Prancing around like he's a Prince. All that put together makes the most wonderful feeling ever. Home