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I remember how I used to spend time at my grandpa’s house. It was this big big house full of rooms, scary closets and dark storehouses. It was until I was 10 years old that I discovered how fun and not so scary storerooms can be. I would go into these big dusty rooms and search for treasure. Sometimes I would find old books and sometimes I would find old artifacts that my grandfather assured me were important tools. There were tires, food for the animals and strange bottles full of liquids that may or may not be toxic. Quite a dangerous place for a child to play. In that big house I used to spend time with my grandfather. He would take me to feed the ducks, geese and chickens. When we were done we would go play tea house. I used to like seeing the car lights across the road by the big big windows in my auntie’s room, but then my grandpa told me about the witches and how they liked to peek out in search of little girls. I knew it wasn’t true, yet I never dared to peek out of the window at night ever again. This big house meant family time for me. It was where I could see all my cousins at Christmas or at my grandpa’s birthday, which we celebrated with a big big dinner in the backyard. It was where I could eat the cake and cookies that my auntie made while watching soap operas in the kitchen. It was where I would see action movies with my uncle in the living room even though they might not be G rated. That house was full of memories. The gates would always be open and people could come and go as they liked. Sometimes I would wake up and have breakfast with unknown people who eventually would become normal acquaintances. My favorite thing to do was to wake up super early and have breakfast with my grandpa in the little table across the kitchen, then we would go and do some errands. My grandpa would see someone he knew while doing errands and invite that person for lunch at 1:30 pm, so I knew we had to sit in the big dinning table. I hated it. The chairs were too tall for me. It would be quite an odyssey to get me into a position I was comfortable in. My grandfather is long gone now and there isn’t much activity in that house anymore. Even though that dinning table is still there and I just can’t get to like it, I truly love my grandpa's house.