The Perfect Place

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. alk into the house and to the little bedroom, I remember the nights when I would stay over. Maybe because I knew I was waking up to a day filled with excitement and adventure, a day filled rich in colors and endless possibilities. Tea always means conversation and this is a good thing because conversations with my grandparents are always enjoyable. The lights of the TV reflect off of his black glasses and fill the room with a dim glow. In my mind it is a fairytale, a true fairytale, where everything always ended happily ever after. So you can see why my grandparents house is the most beautiful place in the world to me. They both know so much and the advice they give me is always gentle and loving. As I lay there in my mother's childhood bedroom I was at peace. I think this is why we start to miss our childhood, we miss the security and the casualness of everything.

On the days of too much homework and too much stress I want to go back to my grandparents house. Dressing down in our underwear on those hot summer days suddenly transforms into the reality of dressing up for those job interviews. Sometimes when things get rough I wish I could go back to this place and the security that shielded me in its white walls. As I reach the den I see my grandpa sitting in his chair with the dog.