I would take the taste of

   a freshly baked banana loaf screaming at me,

   a crispy garlic bread for starters 

   and a mouth-watering bolognese for the meal.

  I would take the sound of

  a running gun that wakes you up as you sprint into the finish line,

  the oven pinning and buzzing as a bakes finished

  and my mum screaming at me for dinner. 

  I would take the smell of 

  the clean cut grass that tickles your nostrils in the spring morning,

  cookies calling you as they finished baking

  and perfect piping hot pizza.

  I would take the touch of

  a soft carpet as you soon collapse onto it for a well deserved rest,

  the grass tickling your fingertips

  and sticky toffee pudding sauce sticking to your fingers together.

 I would take the sight of

 the sea knowing that you have arrived in paradise,

 the seagulls nipping your ice cream

 and the soft sand comforting you.