The Importance Of My Grandparents's House

When I was young, I spent a lot of time at my grandparent’s house. This was the place that my grandparents’ children and grandchildren gathered, because it felt like home to everyone. We did this to be together; having a strong sense of family was very important to us, at the time. When recalling the living room that we gathered in, the living room in which I spent most of my childhood, I feel strongly reminiscent. The living room was fairly large, the walls a pale beige, and floors a light oak. A grand door, with large windows, took over most of one wall. The windows added the perfect amount of light into the room. Remembering those relaxing afternoons, I can still feel the cold hardwood floors against my skin, see toys scattered across the floor, and hear the songs of Shirley Temple dancing in the air. Everything was so okay, so perfect. My Grandparents only had two old floral sofas, placed on the walls next to and opposite of the large door. The sofas were not too large, and would usually only accommodate for the amount of adults that were in the room. Therefore, the grandchildren, including myself, were stuck hanging out on the floor. None of us gave it too much thought, though, we could all roll around and wiggle to our hearts’ …show more content…
This one had a picture of a rocking horse and a teddy bear sewn into it. To this day, I still have this blanket. I used to fight with the, once huge, hand stitched blanket, to get it flat on the floor. Then, I’d lie on one corner of it. Once I was in place, I’d roll myself up in the blanket, from the corner I was on, to the other. I resembled a small burrito, but I called it a pig in a blanket. Being in that pig in a blanket, was probably the most comfortable thing ever. Even now, when I think extremely hard, I can still feel the warmth of the blanket protecting me from the frigid floor. I’ll still sometimes wrap myself into this position at night, just to feel the comfort and security, my blanket has to