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As a young child, nothing seemed more titillating than going to Grandma’s house. My childhood was pretty rocky and more traumatizing than most children’s should be. To escape the troubles of my childhood drama, I would run to my grandmother’s house. If I was religious, her house would be the next best thing from heaven. The appearance, the security, even the forest surrounding the house has made this place very close to my heart.

The house is fairly new and is equivalent to smashing three mobiles into one gigantic home. Sitting on the outskirts of our one stop-light town, it seemed the forest surrounding the house was going to eat the house up to no more. The paint on the house is slowly chipping away revealing the hideous first coat of paint from previous owners. Connected to the house is a porch that seemed like a snake, wrapping around the entire house. Before you even walked into the house, the scent of pumpkin spice is slapping you in the face. As soon as you walk into the house, you can hear the crackle of wood burning in the wood burning stove. The stove pushing out heat, like a mother birthing a child, was as the sun. My grandma’s house is my favorite place; however, the smell of pumpkin spice mixed with heat of the sun was like cancer of the brain. Looking beyond this slight flaw of the house, however, it was decorated with typical cabin paraphernalia: fake pine tree trimming, pictures of moose, and many scattered pictures of family.

My rocky childhood made my grandmother’s house seem like a safe haven from the “real world”. No matter what I was going through, her house gave me the feeling of absolute security. As a wee tot, there were complications in my family leading to the removal of my siblings as well as myself from my mother. Subsequently, my grandmother gladly opened up her arms and took us in. Her nurturing attitude to us kids in this trying time made the house have an even more added on security. Since the house was in the middle of deep forest, I knew nobody could find me. If you stood in the house and stood very still, you could hear nothing but the wind swooshing by the windows. I don’t want to make it sound like my grandmother’s house was like a prison on lockdown, yet the feeling was somewhat the same. There weren’t bars on the windows, but it seemed nothing could get into this house. Because of being a small child, this house seemed gigantic, making it tower over the world. Nothing could take this house out—nothing!

As I stated before, this house was surrounded by acres upon acres of forest. There were many imaginative adventures that took place in these acres of wood. It didn’t matter what was going on in my life, I could escape to the endless fairy land known as the backwoods. Every time I would go to her house, I knew I could run into the forest, hoping not to get lost, and just play for hours. The forest had trees that were as tall as giants. I wish that I had the courage to climb the trees because perhaps I could touch a cloud. I remember playing in these woods for hours and hours, but when I returned to my grandma’s house, only forty-five minutes would have passed. There were many times I got lost in the deep forest, but I knew I’d be fine if I could get back to my grandma’s house, because it was like a light in a dark cave. On top of my adventures in the “hundred-acre wood,” this was a place where I bonded with my siblings. My brothers and I have never had a strong connection, but inside the woods we would build forts and pretend them our castles! We’d have mini battles using sticks as our swords, all-in-all we were so much closer!

My grandmother’s house, even though she wants to move and leave it forever, will always be the place I run to when I need some “Kurtis” time. I’ve been to many awesome places in my life; however, Grandma’s house tops them all. None of the other places can offer the security, coziness, and an endless supply of forest. I really hope she reconsiders moving, so I can go back to the house whenever possible. No matter, this house will be my favorite place ‘til the day I die.

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