A Favorite Place

This is a place filled with memories. A place where every sight, every smell, brings memories flooding back. A place I can call home, a place I know I can always go. This place is my grandpa's house. I love going here. I can honestly say it's one of my very favorite places to be. I've loved it ever since I was a little girl and I love being back in Utah where I can again go there all the time. Last night I went there for the 4th of July. We used to go to celebrate all the time when I was younger, but I hadn't been since we moved to Arizona. Nothing has changed. Grandpa made his fantastic hamburgers, then an hour later went and got me a shake from Peach City. As the time for fireworks neared, he broke out the popcorn maker. We went out back and sat on the deck like we used to do every year. After watching tv and playing Dr. Mario, I went to bed in the same bed I've slept in for years. Out of all the beds in the house, that fold-out couch is my bed of choice. Not so much for the comfort, but for the memories. I love that basement. I used to love going into the 'fruit room.' There were always ice cream sandwiches in the deep freezer. Even now, I always have to stop in there, just for old times sake. I love that house!