Little House in the Big Woods

The only way to describe my grandparents house is old. It looked old, smelled old, most of the furniture was old and of course, they were old. One might think I would hate to go to my grandparents house but I loved every minute of it. There was grandma's kitchen with all the mouth tingling savours, grandpa's room with his guns, knives, and pictures of his military days. The hundreds of trees that covered the property begged me to explore them. There was cows, horses, dogs, chickens, fish in the ponds, and deer in the woods. What more could a boy ask for?