What Home Means to Me

Ssssszzzzzz the sound of eggs on a frying pan when I wake up in the morning reminds me of home. Houses are just made of bricks, but a home is made of family which is comfortable and safe. The taste of homemade muffins fresh from the oven and hearing my mom saying "be careful they are hot." My dad's steak takes him one hour to make it feel like home. I am grateful for having a school and rinks close by. Four or five times a week practicing hockey and playing soccer for recess everyday and having lots of friends at hockey and school is awesome. Every time I have a bad day the comfort of just laying in my bed cheers me up. Also, whenever I need it my family can support me too. Lots and lots of memories were made on family movie and game nights. The memories of my dad somehow always winning game night and everybody laughing at the movie on movie night feels like home. My neighborhood is filled with friends and open fields, so I am lucky to play outside with friends everyday. With fields close by it makes it easy to walk there to play with friends. In the summer me and my friends would play soccer for the whole day. In conclusion, that is all the reasons why a house is just bricks and a home is family, comfort and safety.