I still remember some of the wonderful memories when I was young. I lived with my grandparents since I was eight-year-old as my parents had been busy with their business. My grandparents lived in a beautiful wooden, colourful house with five rooms only. The front lawn was kept clean and bare. At the back, though my grandmother had planted a number of vegetables for our consumption, there was also a chicken coop and a barn for the cows. My growing up years were often spent playing and exploring. I used to play soldiers, police and thief, and hide and seek with my playmates around grandfather's land. My grandfather,on the other hand,taught me about the plants and how to look after them. My grandmother was a good cook and I remembered hanging around the kitchen to help.