When I was little I used to spend the most time with my grandma. She would tell me stories from when she was little. She still does. We actually spend lots of time together. I sit on a chair beside her and we eat sandwhiches for dinner. I don't really have much time, but it's a really nice hour to spend.

Here's the second pebble. "My grandma's house"
I love my grandma's house, though sometimes I'd feel observed by no one and had to move rooms. But there was a room where I always felt safe. It was a wonderful small room. On the shelves there were notebooks, and old toys and drawings from my dad, uncle and aunts. Of course I couldn't read nor write, I was super little, around seven.

You see? When I was seven a doctor made a mistake and thought I had a heart disease. In the end I had nothing but I spent months inside the house. I wasn't able to leave. Nor even to go to school. I did my homework and I passed. Anyway, back to the room of wonders.

There were the misteries, and the notebooks I'd feel with scribbles pretending I was writing. There were the drawer handlers, which looked like cookies. I'd take them out and lay them over a notebook and pretend it was an oven tray.

There was a place behind the built in furniture where I could see there were papers trapped. One evening, when I was much older, I spent hours trying to get them out. And I did. They were old school work from my dad, uncle and aunts again hehe...

It was awesome. Plus my grandma played many movies she liked and ang many songs. And my grandpa was very quiet but from time to time he'd tell me the craziest stories as well. I could tell in his mind he was always running some of those, because though he was quiet he never, ever seemed bored.



    Other
    • 94.5 bpm
    • Key: Em