A memory in my home

A Home to me feels like Hog rider because he's loud and I love his haircut. Home sounds like Mini Pecka on a sunday morning With my friends. Home tastes like Mini Peckas pancakes. A memory that I have in my home is, me and my family used to make popcorn with a machine and when its done we would sprinkle cheddar on it. I am grateful for my home and all the memories that I make there.