One memory I can recall from my childhood is spending the summers at my grandmother's house. Every summer my sister and I would fly to Roanoke, Virginia to spend a month with my grandmother in the summer. The best part of spending the summers at my grandmother's was "there were no rules." We were aloud to be or do whatever we wanted. Now there were limitations. We were not allowed to run free like wild animals. She gave us restrictions, but her house was about individuality.
She didn't have cable; so my sister and I would use our imaginations to make up games. I remember my grandmother would let us "cook." This "cooking" was taking expired can food or sauces and creating dishes we would never actually eat. Her house was a way to express creativity. Without having those summers, I don't believe, I would have the imagination that I do have.
She didn't have cable; so my sister and I would use our imaginations to make up games. I remember my grandmother would let us "cook." This "cooking" was taking expired can food or sauces and creating dishes we would never actually eat. Her house was a way to express creativity. Without having those summers, I don't believe, I would have the imagination that I do have.