Meaningful Things

It’s 7:00 in the morning I wake up to the sound of my brother's favorite tv show and it’s almost time for hockey practice. I climb into my mom’s crumb - filled car. Dad is driving the croissant smelling car after recovering. He wishes me good luck and I hit the ice.I finish practice and go home . Mom is making her awesome smelling soup which I eat while watching A MUPPETS FAMILY CHRISTMAS with my brother Ethan. HE plays happily and then asks to go to the playground. He swings for a while and I take pucks from dad. The day is almost done, but there is still time for one more thing - a movie night. Me and my cousins go out and then I finally go home, that place I’ve been writing about this whole time. Not a tall building, a small one. It's the people you live with, and the time that you spent. Home is a feeling.