
As a kid I was lucky enough to live next door to one of my grandmas. I remember being outside in my yard on warm summer nights, and I could hear my grandma sneeze as she was outside sitting in a swing. I'd yell to her, "Bless you!" and then you'd hear her say, "Thank You!" I was lucky. My grandma's house was the hub of all activity. With cousins living on each side, grandma's house was where we'd meet, and begin our adventures for the day. ... ...continue reading