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2. my grandmas old apartment in California before she moved  to the nursing home, everywhere i glance i witness gracefully there was a angular knitted thing on everything, the center of the apartment is the fordable table but once the table is out the is a square column you can sprint around, me and my brothers used to dash swiftly each other around all the time, the backyard was neat, flowers everywhere red and pink beautiful rose bushes with pointy thorns on them there was an old clothes hanger where wet clothes and ruffed underwear hung. i even remember consuming Arroz con Leche (rice pudding) while watching television on one of the old fashioned TV, and in front of me was one of those little mini fordable tables for little kids, and i was 9. I have been a my grandmas house so many times, and yet i don't remember most of the visits because i have been going there since i was 7. i look at old photos and i see that i used to love stuffed animals and and carrying them around in a stroller, and playing with little dishes and have “Tea” with my cousin when were were little. Photos of people i don't even remember or that i know of at all. Every time i visited my grandmas how i have a new memory but, i forget more and more about the old ones, because i was too young to remember, and the rest of my family remember fairly well.  i only remember my recent trips, me and my brothers shooting each other around the house with Nerf guns with foam bullets, taking a nap under the big tree in the backyard, and coloring with crayons with coloring books. Although i will never forget my last trip to my grandmas house my freshmen year. We had a family reunion and i was a gathering for my grandmas birthday, my aunt was being an organized freak about the tables, and my mom was videotaping everything which annoyed everyone.