My grandma is my most memorible person. We have had some fun times together. She always knows how to cheer people up, and she knows what I like to do. This story took place when I was about 6 years old in Silver Springs, Maryland.

As I drove up to the driveway, I could see my grandma's house. It was a small house. It was old, but it was in good shape. The house was a peach color with white shutters. The yard was filled with weeds; the grass was overgrown. All of the houses on the street looked the same, but this one was the odd one out. I got out of my silver car and walked over to the blue door.

I opened the door. My grandma and grandpa were standing there, waiting to greet me. After many warm greetings, my grandpa walked back over to his rocking chair to listen to his radio. My grandpa was bald, and he always wore bland clothes; they were usually brown in color. He did not get involved in family conversations, but he was very funny when de did decide to join in on the fun.

My grandma had white curly hair which never grew below her ear. Short in stature, she was high in spirit. She had a high pitched voice, but it was very welcoming. Her clothes were usually too long and too big for her, but her apron hid this.

The aroma of fresh baked cookies went up my nose as I walked into the small house. To my left was the kitchen. The floor was covered by tanish tiles, no bigger than a cubic foot each. The walls were white with many pictures hanging from the wall. The "L" shaped room was usually dark, but the small light on the wall brightened the room. The white, oval table in the kitchen had four chairs surrounding it, one on each side. On the left side of the wall, wooden counters stretched to the other side of the room. At the end of the counters near the table, there was a door that nobody ever used. This was the room where some of my best childhood memories took place.

To start off my day, my grandma would make me lunch. Usually the meal consisted of spaghetti and hotdogs, but sometimes it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white bread. The spaghetti was always my favorite meal. After I was through eating, I played cards with my grandma. Most of the time I made up my own rules and games, but she was always happy with whatever we played. I always had a fun time with her. She tought me how to play gin, rummy, and gin rummy. We also played poker, casino, and uno. Sometimes we would play all day.

When I got tired, my grandma would take me upstairs to the guest bedroom to take a nap before my parents came to pick me up. On the way to the room, we passed my grandpa, still sitting in his chair listening to his radio. At the top of the stairs was the bedroom. The room was all pink, even the door and the carpet. My grandma would tuck me in the soft bed; it was almost as soft as silk. The room was quiet, and it was a perfect environment to sleep in. Across from the bed, there were two wooden horse heads watching me from the wall. This was always a feeling of security for me. Next to the horse heads was the window. Its pink curtain turned the light that shone through it pink, adding the final touch to the room. Then my grandma would leave quietly after I fell asleep.

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