When I was a child, my favorite toy was at my good grandmother's house. It was a plastic horse set on a metal frame with springs on it for an authentic galloping feel. We would play on it forever, pretending to be cowboys and Indians. With out guns. Or maybe we were out to save the whole population with a cure for AIDS. Who knows? We were awesome. When I say "we" I'm most likely referring to me, my brother, and Rudy Litwiller(cousin extraordinaire)
We had some good times, we could basically do whatever we wanted at my grandma's. That why grandparents are so awesome. And she cooked wonderful food like pizza burgers or delicious spaghetti. Enough to fuel us in our Indian chasing, Africa saving, adventures on the plastic horse.
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Its great to have grandparent that will fill your stomach up than let you go of on your cowboy and Indians adventures. Why wouldn't they let you guys have play guns? My friends and I at lest had those.
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