When I was a child. At that time, I was 5 or 6 years old. I didn't really have a special place to go. However I liked to go to grandma's house.
In her house I felt peaceful. Even if I did something wrong, she never said anything to me. That's why I liked to go to her house. By the way she was a very, very, very lovely person. She was special to me. She always had something to give me, like a candy or cookies. However, the most important thing was the love she gave me. She was so kind with her grandchildren.
When my mom started getting mad I always ran to my grandma's house. She lived close by I walked there every day. She just lived 5 minutes from our house. Then when I was 8 years old. My father made a little house on the side of our house. Where my grandparents moved, and they lived there till they past away. I miss her a lot.