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My grandfather had a boat, we lived in the city and he didn’t care he had a boat in the garage where everyone could see and talk about. We played and played for hours every day, watching my grandfathers’ fishing rods, and all sorts of stuff. When he went to a fishing trip he took the boat with him, and the fishing rods and his boxes with all the other stuff. When the boat wasn’t around, we ended up board, watching T.V. just like normal kids. Every time he hit back to the house we started yelling and watching what he came back with. My grandfathers’ boat was filled with sand and a very strong particular smell, a very characteristic fishy smell. When my grandfather had a boat there were animals in his house, there was always noise and everyone was all around. There were different times very happy times. He would go sometimes to the beach and other times to the lake, but always came back with fish to cook. One time I remember he had brought back shells, snail shells for us to play, and for my mother and aunts to decorate. At the end of a very busy day when we were all dirty and smelling with this very characteristic fishy smell, with sand in our shoes and hair we showered and hope for the other day to come back fast for us to play again. Those days were great; we didn’t worry about anything, we were just kids. My grandfather’s boat represented a very good time in my life. We played all sorts of roll games. We had a very vivid imagination and a lot of energy to continue playing for every single day for a whole summer vacation. My grandfather sometimes scolded us because of the noises we made when we were playing but we didn’t care because he always ended up playing with us. To be the captain of the boat was the best part of our games, one day was one person and the other day was another one, even though we always argued about whose turn was, we always ended up happy and playing. Those times in which we were just kids and we didn’t care what the grown up world was about, those were the best times anyone can remember having, no one was as happy as they were as kids playing in whatever thing they had, even if it was a boat, or any other place or thing. My grandfathers’ house was the ultimate playing ground. Now we have changed and grown up, and my grandfather doesn’t have a boat no more but we will always know and remember that we played and played for hours every day in my grandfather’s boat.