I like to think about being a kid and playing at Grandma and Grandpa's house on McLellan. I like to remember eating waffles in the sun room and Easter egg hunts in the back yard. I like to think about running up and down the stairs with my cousins and playing games on their computer. I like to remember hiding in the closet under the stairs with those foam pads or the closet in the den with the light with the dangling string. I like to remember the cold floor in the basement pantry and the smell. I remember how awesome the cupboard was that I could climb from the bedroom right into the bathroom where the the bathtub that was sunk into the floor was. I remember sleepovers on the big bed and being scared of the weird water heater room. I remember watching "West Side Story" numerous times. I remember countless games of Life and Skip Bo. I remember the red light in the master bathroom and playing with Grandma's orange lipstick. I remember Grandpa waking up early to take a walk and read his scriptures. I remember holidays and birthdays. But mostly I remember feeling loved and happy.
