What Home Means to Me

In my home after I finish playing in the cold air outside. I walk into my home, and the first thing I feel is the rush of warm air that immediately warms me up. I smell the delicious dinner that my amazing mom made for me and my dad. And I look and see both of my loving parents greeting me in my toasty warm living room, by our fireplace. I go into my room and see all of my nice decorations that really make me me. I walk over to my comfy warm bed, that makes me feel so comfy whenever I crawl into it. I go downstairs, past the living room then the kitchen and into our fun basement. I see our big T.V. with our videogames, and I hear all the noises of my parents, I smell the amazing dinner being cooked, I see our house at our fullest, and I think to myself, maybe home isn't just a place to live in. Its more than that maybe home is a place to share your love, your joy and your happy memories with you and your family