There is one place that I always enjoy going to. In rain or shine, on a weekend or weekday it did not matter to me. This is a place where I grew up ever since I was born, or actually I should say it also was my first home. This is a place where all my family would get together for all different types of events like holidays, birthdays, and just any excuse for the family to get together. That place is my grandparent's old house, but that place is gone now. The place was sold and now the only thing that is left are memories. My grandparent’s home was located in this little town named ______.The house was a little white house with a brown trim. When I say small, I mean the house was really small. This house contains one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room. The thing that it had was a nice front and back yard but they were also small. In the back yard my grandpa had it filled with different types of plants and crops. He had corn, chilies, tomatoes, and different sorts of things. The back of the house looked like a jungle. And he also had a chicken house and a dog that was solid black named Rex. My grandparent's home is where we all celebrated all the different events. We celebrated holidays, birthdays, and any time when the family would come down from out of town everybody would get together and make different types of foods. After the years went by I look back to the past and still remember that old little house that was my first home. My grandparents still live in the same town and they only live one street away from the old house. Everytime I go to visit my grandparents I pass by the old one and remember how it used to look when my grandparents lived there. You can always remodel a home, add things to it, making it totally different from what is was before, but the memories will always live on. Like my memories about my favorite place that I hold in my heart.