My grandmother and I were always going on adventures, whether it was a bike ride to the local Methodist church or going to watch a game softball, we never ran out of activities. One of my favorite things to do with my grandmother was to walk to Kiwanis Park, which was right across the railroad tracks, about three blocks from Grandmas. We'd grab a loaf of bread and feed the fluffy ducks, and on the way home we'd stop at the Flagpole Ice Cream Parlor for a cone. Once we got back to grandma's house we would make dinner for grandpa, the best beef and noodles. Grandma's house was my refuge; no one could harm me there; she made sure of it. After dinner we would talk, she would read me stories and we would just enjoy each other's company. My grandmother never asked too many questions, she just knew. She knew what I needed, when I needed it, and how to provide it. She was and still is my best