When I was a child, I used to go to see my grandmother. I thought her house was as beautiful as a palace and the garden seemed bigger than a park.When I grew up , the house and the garden seemed smaller but I still loved visiting the old lady. The were so many beautiful things in the house. Sometimes, I played with the doll's house which was older than grandmother herself. At that time, I looked at book which were more interesting than my children's book at home.
