a summer away from home

Summer use to be my favorite Time. First I was off school and that meant go to my Grand Parents cabin which also meant run and dance in the grass, lightely dressed, barefoot, taking the risk of bee stings (I'm allergic), lose myself in a forest inhabited by monsters, spirits and living trees... I'd then look toward the garden to see Grand Ma watering her Geraniums... would run down to meet her and she'd say something flattering. She always had to say something kind to me. I'd then run into the cabin where Grand Pa'd shell peas with his old knife. I would seat next to him and help until he'd make a scary sound holding his knife like a warrior. I'd jump out of my seat, screaming and we'd laugh (him more than me). After a few minutes, I'd bravely seat again next to him until he'd scare me again... with a different tactic (like cutting his dead skin with his knife) Grand Pa was using his knife on every possible occasion. He was a Giant Strong Impressive Man with a Frank and Honest look. I felt so secure next to him. I remember when he came back from the hospital with a battery in his heart. That day I felt that Grand Pa was now bionic therefore more invincible than ever and that nothing bad would happen to him... The way I felt protected with Grand Pa I felt loved with Grand Ma...