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I remember the time my grandfather, who now rests in peace, sat with us at the dinning table. He had a huge dinning table because he had eight children and lots of grandsons including myself. I can still recall that old house we used to visit every single Sunday and all the excitement that would happen in just fifteen minutes. My granddad loved education. He would spend hours talking about the importance of school, discipline and what experiences and mistakes can teach us. He was also a very interesting man. I am still amazed that in his early years he was a teacher in Islas Maria’s prison, which is a penitentiary establishment of the federal government in Mexico. Because of his previous involvements as an educator in prison and starting everything from scratch all alone, he was a very strict person who everybody respected. He was usually sitting in his big brown sofa reading books and patting his obese black cat. When thinking about my grandfather the first thing that comes to my mind is his huge office filled with stands that carry many books. There you could find; literature, mathematics, physics, artistic and any type of books, but mainly dictionaries. I can strongly relate my grandparent with those heavy sets of dictionaries. Every Sunday was a challenge after eating breakfast as a family we would all run into the big office climb the stands and grab the thickest dictionaries. What for? He used to test us to find the most difficult, long and bizarre looking word. After that we would all gather together and ask him for the meaning of it. If by any chance he didn’t knew the answer we had the privilege of requesting for anything. Obviously as kids we only thought about toys, and maybe money but not expensive cars or luxurious trips, the only problem was that we didn’t even had to think about the expected privilege because he knew the meaning of all the words. I can still remember him with a dictionary at his drawer, car, office, and even a small one on his front pocket. A dictionary for many people is just a book, for us it was a boring book with tiny letters that was only helpful in school and in infrequent occasions. But for my grandfather it was a way to learn and become a very wise man, and so it worked for him.