What home means to

What home means to me is not a building but a feeling , a feeling of love, happiness and people who comfort you and are proud of you . When I think of home I see the cute face of my dog begging for a treat or my brother about to tackle me. I smell Thanksgiving Dinner and warm cookies . I feel my dog's fluffy coat of hair, my bed supporting all my troubles of the day and the warm hug of my mom. I can hear my brother shooting pucks and my dad getting mad at bad drivers. I can taste my moms 2 minute lunches made of jam on bread and moldy oranges, my grandma's famous turkey dinner and finally my moms dinners.