The first memory that I have of a home is waking up one cold Saturday morning in my bunk beds. I jumped out of bed, and went down stairs to the living room, and enjoyed breakfast by the fireplace with my family. One thing that I love about home is that the feeling of safety and warmth. There has never been a time when I have not felt safe in my home. Home also has a certain smell that is almost in desirable. When I returned home for the first time after being at school, I felt great . The first thing that I did after returning home was hug my parents and my dogs, then I went over to the living room and sat down on my couch. I felt as if the couch was giving me a big hug. My grandpa told me recently of the time when he returned from World War II. He said when he returned home not only did he kiss my Grandmother, but he also kissed the floor of his humble home. He said the old rhyme he it for so humble their is no place like home, really meant something to him.
I guess that a dorm room would be described as a home because it is just a temporary shelter. But my dorm room is trying to be the exception to this rule. Within the walls of my dorm room there is full carpeted floor, with a stereo system and personal computer. But these things are not the things that make my dorm room different. Sitting in the corner of the room is a blue recliner. This chair is very special to me because it belong to my Grandfather. Every time I would go to his home I would always sit in his chair. The chair is so comfortable that it is unbelievable.