Box #15 page 182

Whenever I walk into the front door of my grandmother Clark's house I am overwhelmed by the scent. I know it well but could ever be able to actually describe it. It is just.... Grandma Clark. I enter the front hallway and look to my left to see the piano that I've always wanted to learn how to play so I can please her. I see the tiny rocking chair that I still can fit in, for some odd reason. I think of the one day I was there that they had snow... for the first time in forever.... they live in Pensacola, Florida. I said my first word in her house... I saw a cat walk across the front yard and I said Kitty. I remember playing Bust A Groove with my sister and a distant cousin. We beat the game in a few hours. I remember my grandmother and I playing all the board games in my room there. We would play Uncle Wiggly (my favorite), Strawberry Shortcake, and Peter Rabbit. This were the times I cherished. I love walking into that house. So many memories overwhelm me by just the sweet scent of her house.