I love my grandmothers house, shes always baking something. And her house is beautiful with plants everywhere from her garden. In christmas she lights the fire. I remember when I was shorter roasting marshmellows there wraped in a blanket with my cousin. Then we'de fall asleep and wake up on our beds. Go into the kitchen and find shes cooking breakfast fit for kings! When we finished play in the snow or go to the part and sled...we usually used our imaginations. I miss those days exept i was sober back then.