Was your childhood as cool as mine?

No worries about bills to pay, work to do, people to please, things to buy...(sigh) 

As a child, I used to long for the 4 o´clock snack, my favorite time. Grandma would go to the bakery and buy delicious fresh bread just out of the oven. Back to the kitchen, she would make some delicious lemonade and we would sit in the porch and dig in. Boy, was it good! I can still taste it! How can such a simple thing bring such pleasant memories!?? Also, something crazy I used to eat was something I myself made, again, in gandma´s kitchen. I remember eating bread and tomato. I would cut up slices of tomato and put ´em in a loaf of bread. That would do too, just fine, along with the lemonade. Good old times.     

I would watch The Muppet Show, a TV show about a bunch of crazy and lovely puppets that ran a theater. They would have a different host for every show. This one in particular had Silvester Stallone, who was becoming very popular because of his part in ROCKY, the first film of the franchise. I got a kick out of it.

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I spent my entire childhood at my grandma´s house. Growing up there was just the best thing a child could hope for. When we are children, everything is huge, everything is fun and spectacular. I remember the old house. It was huge and there were plants and trees at the front. There was a side entrance that led to the back yard, where most of the fun took place. Grandpa had a shed, where he kept his tools and stuff. Nobody but him would go in there, we weren´t allowed to, but it was fun to pretend it was our "doll house". Right next to the shed, there was a huge guava tree, whose branches reached the top of the roof, perfect way to get there. Many times, I myself climbed it up and hid from grandpa. There was also something that looked like a ladder, but it was made of metal and led to the roof as well. Later on, I found out that it was actually an antenna. We would have fun with anything, from old broom sticks we used to make our imaginary house to pretending we were the "A Team" sitting on the wall, our imaginary helicopter. Grandpa also had an avocado tree outside the fence. Actually, it was at the corner of the property. Many people passed by that tree and took a few avocados home. Grandpa would swear all kinds of awful words he could remember. Eventually, both trees were cut down. Inside was remarkable well. The rooms were huge and there were many. Grandma´s house was so present in my life that, for many years, I dreamed about it. Each visit was a pleasant experience... I´m glad I lived them.