Granfather

I do not have any fascinating memories of my childhood. There were no unique family projects or adventures that would tell a great story or teach some sort of moral lesson. Nothing out of the ordinary. We always had family meals together, during which a lot of interesting topics were brought up and discussed in details. That is why our regular family meals would usually take two hours to finish. Yet, most of the time, my parents and I lived in two different worlds. I was expected to go to school, do my homework, and play while my parents worked. Fortunately, I was lucky. When I wanted to experience a little of both worlds, I could always turn to one person - my grandfather.
I still remember every summer spent in his house. Together we went fishing and sometimes even camping if the weather allowed. I remember once we caught a bunch of small fish and decided to feed our dog with it. Sometimes, if some good soccer teams played at our city’s stadium, he would take me there to see it. I...