Thinking back on my childhood, there is a montage of people, places, and events that jump out at me. The most vivid memories that I have result from my grandparents' house. As long as I can remember my plans for the weekend were never a mystery. I never had to wonder what I was going was going on or how I was going to fill my time. There was no doubt in my mind that …showed first 75 words of 677 total…

…showed last 75 words of 677 total…away earlier this year and it's difficult for me to look at it the same way. Excluding those changes, the good memories of the lazy days, amusing trips, and exciting holiday diners remain there. I don't believe that I could ever put aside the all-around good feeling of being at my grandma and grandpa's house. Looking back makes me realize that I had a wonderful, loving, fun place to go when I was growing up.