My First Home Made Scarf

I smell the beautiful aroma of my auntie's freshly baked scones.

I smell the baby nappy that I have to change.

I smell the bird food that the bird is eating.

I smell the McDonalds.

I feel the soft woollen scarf that my auntie knitted me.

I feel the soft skin of my little cousin.

I feel the wooden floorboards I used to stumble on.

I feel the soft blankets on my bed.

I taste the delicious taste of my auntie's muffins.

I taste the mud that's on my face when I was gardening.

I taste the McDonalds my aunty always gets me.

I taste the pizza I made on my own.

I hear the annoying cry of my cousin.

I hear the harsh screaming of my uncle.

I hear the loud chirping of my bird.

I hear the soccer ball hitting my face.

I see the first blue iPod I ever got.

I see the awesome soccer ball that my uncle is obsessed with.

I see the paintings that my aunty paints.

I see my aunty giving me my first scarf.