My Childhood Home

By Alejandra Gutierrez

I lived the most beautiful days of my life in my grandmother’s home. I grew up there and I really enjoyed it. Every morning, I woke up smelling toast that my grandmother did for us. It was the best way to start a day. Afterwards, my sister and I went walking to the nearest school; the road was amazing, big houses and trees, birds singing, as in a fairy story but in the middle of the city. The only bad thing was the dog of the corner house that always surprised me and I am afraid to pass by there. When we returned from the school, my grandmother was always making lunch. Therefore, we went to play in the yard. My grandfather was a carpenter and we played in his sawdust mountains. It was perfect. Some days we invited other friends. Kids loved to play in our house. I always remember the smell of pine trees and my grandpa angry when we ate the strawberries from the orchard. It was a quiet neighborhood because most of the houses were of elderly people and their families. My childhood was a mixture of excellent moments and nice feelings. Living with my grandparents was the best decision that my parents ever made.