What Home Means to Me

Let me say some things to open your eyes about a house and a home. A home is a place where I want to stay, lay, and play. A house is a building with a painting. The smell of home is flavorful yet powerful and, in a way, colorful. The sound of a home is laughter clatter, and a snorer. When I touch the walls of my home, I can feel the knacks and the cracks in the walls. You can’t really taste home but if you could it would be an amazing texture and a amazing feeling of comfort on my tongue. When I see my home, I think of all the memories and fantasies that have happened in that home of mine. So, when you think of your home think about the dusty attic, the crusty walls, and the musty floors. So that is what home means to me!