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The best part of my grandparents´ house was the last section of it: the garden. To get into that part, you had to walk straight from the front door until find another closed door. Once opened, it was like entering to another world. Everyone who stepped out into the garden, instantly was amazed looking up at a big apple tree that seemed to be always green. I heard that this type of trees are small to medium-sized, but this one was huge, one of a kind. And there was the summer with his intense sun, making this apple tree grow more, producing new shoots and gradually change his color. When it was May, you could see small new branches at the beginning of its bark. When it was June, you could see fruits starting to grow; when it was August, apples were ready to eat and every second more green; but when it was winter, the apple tree used to rest. And there we are, waiting for the next summer to come, but meanwhile, we had to strengthen it for the next season, so we didn´t forgot irrigate that apple tree every day. In my childhood, I remember that I used to be invited to my grandparents´ house, running directly to the garden, staring at the stride and some of the branches which with the gravity make them fall down, but I only had to raise a little up ahead to see the majestuous tree. Hundreds of green big apples hanging all over the tree. My cousins and I used to climb all day and play around it. With the time, it turned into a symbol of the house, like a soul within but with a physical meaning. Clearly, eating those juicy, crunchy and delicious apples was the best part. As everybody said, the best ones are at the top of the tree, so you could find everybody trying to climb up the tree to reach for the good ones, but as my grandmother said “don`t forget to be careful with the bees that are attracted to flowers for their nectar apple, they also want a part of it” more than one of my cousins were stung be bees. And there was the great tree, it didn`t matter how many apples were taken, neither how many branches were falling down, always seemed like it was all the time filled with fruit.