I have so many good memories of my grandmother. We spent so many weekends, holidays, and summers at her house growing up. It’s funny the way a lifetime of memories suddenly flash by, like little snippets out of chronological order. Getting dressed for ballet on Saturday mornings while watching cartoons. Playing “chicken fireman” on the slide and swingset in the backyard. Having friends over for hot dogs at lunch. The way I used to singlehandedly eat most of the supermarket roast chicken we had every Friday night during the summer. Sleepovers that involved more