Stop and write about “my heart felt at peace” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- ### Grandma’s house In the Summer [[when I was around five or six years old]], my Grandmother would pick me up each day and bring me to her house for the day while my parents were away at work. I perfectly remember the satisfied feeling I would be met with when I would look out the vast window of our old house and see my Grandma’s car pull into the driveway. She drove the same gray Chevrolet Malibu that she still drives today, and in her car she would play up-beat, classical music that would fill the whole car and almost become a mind tonic that would free me of the thought that I would have to wait all day to see my Mother and Father again. On the way to her house, I would gaze at the large houses that we would drive by. Many of these houses had balconies and grand staircases, and I wondered if one day I too would be able to live in one of those houses. – Nolan Harley