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Every Sunday we used to go visit my grandparents (My mother’s parents) at their house, I remember the house very well, how could I forget I spent almost every Sunday from the age 5 to 14, it used to have that weird/comfortable smell that gave me a warm feeling, we used to enter through the garage door, never used the front door, we entered a big living room were the big family gatherings took place, but went straight to some stairs that led to the kitchen, the kitchen was big it had a huge round table were our parents, uncles and grandparents sat while we, my brothers and cousins, went outside to this huge backyard, I remember it perfectly there was this tall three on the right corner that we used to climb and sometimes used to jump over to the neighbor’s house when the ball went over the wall, in front of the tree there were a lot of flowers and brushes we weren’t a loud to play there because we would ruin the whole garden. To the left it felt like there were miles and miles of grass, but we are all around the same age so we were pretty small kids back then, we used to play all kinds of games there and even more to the left there was a wall and on the other side of the wall the floor was concrete and it was like a storage room, all dirty and abandoned, we were afraid to go there by ourselves, we even said that the place was haunted. After an hour of playing we went inside to the top floor were all the bedrooms where, there were 4 bedrooms but we all loved one in specific. This room had a huge king size bed and a couple of sofa chairs in front of a TV, we used to sit there for hours watching cartoons and that room also had another interesting feature, the closet was like a whole different room, if you saw it at first it would look like a wall of old coats but if you went through the coats you entered a whole new room and no one could see you from the outside, we hide in that closet sometime when we played hide & seek. And then when it was time to leave all the kids went up to my grandfather’s room where he had a bag of candy, I don’t remember what kind but they were delicious, and gave us one each and said it was because we all behaved well, but even if we didn’t he still gave us one.