There is nothing like going to Grandma’s house. I have so many attractive memories of Grandma’s house. My siblings and I recently all got together for the first time in a couple of years, and my pal and I mostly talked about Grandma’s home and our memories made there, one memory that my pal and I all had in respected was gaining an average of five pounds when staying at Grandma’s home for a week. It was ridiculous how much my pal and I ate when at his house. Another thing that my pal and I all remembered was how moderate Grandma kept his house. It particularly did not matter what time of year it was; Grandma’s home would be about eighty degrees. It was nice in the winter time time, but while in the summer time months, eighty degrees is too warm. My Grandma did use a/c because my pal and I live down south, and it gets particularly boiling while in the summer time months. It is usually over a hundred degrees for most of the summer, and the a/c is set to eighty though, so the home still feels too moderate in my opinion. It is a memory that my pal and I will consistently have though. I particularly miss walking into that particularly moderate house. The warmth reminds me of my Grandma. It is particularly hilarious to me, but my younger brother keeps his home at eighty degrees each September 4th in memory of our Grandma! September 4th was his birthday, so my brother remembers his by making his home moderate just as Grandma’s home used to be. It was so nice to visit with my siblings and talk about our memories of our sweet Grandma and the wonderful outdated days staying at his house.