So when I was really little like 3 or 4 my great grandma would pick me up from daycare or preschool, and I'd hang out at her house. She had these wooden bowls that I'd grab, and I'd fill them with the pretzels that she always kept in her cupboard. Then I would go to the back room, set my bowl on the ground, walk back towards the hallway, open the closet, grab my bucket of legos and haul them over to my spot in front of the old TV. I'd turn on cartoons with the huge remote control, and munch on pretzels as I tried to find something to watch while I messed with legos and waited for mom to cone get me. My great grandparents didn't pass until I was 14 or so, and I got along with them really well. I was handed some pretzels the other day, and I almost cried when I ate them because I couldn't stop thinking of my grandparents.