The Hidden Mysteries Behind My Favorite Place

I have many places that I go to feel safe.
However one of them is an actual person and not a place but they make me feel safe.
Come and join me on this adventure to get to know more about my favorite places in the world.

My first stop is my Grandma and Grandpa Sandman’s basement.
The creaky stairs make loud noises as we hurry down the steps.
All the cousins are here! It’s time to rehearse the play that we made up last weekend.
There’s a puppet show going on behind the couch.
Costumes are being put together with different toys in the wooden toy box.
We make up lines as we go but we don’t care.
We are laughing and just being our goofy selves.
“Time for dessert,” grandma calls
and we all rush upstairs to be the first in line for a super delicious dessert.

Next stop is the person that makes me feel happy.
Take a left and third door down is my Great Grandma Cook.
She tells the same stories over and over because of her Alzheimer's disease.
I don’t care because she is an ornery person.
“Time to take your pills, Helen,” an employee would say.
“I don’t need those pills. I am perfectly fine.
"I will die someday anyway.”
I always laugh at how stubborn she is.
My mother says that is where I get my stubbornness from. 

Let’s head to a town called Stromsburg for this next place.
My grams and papa’s old house was amazing
not that their new house isn’t but it holds a lot of memories there.
Their backyard had tall, wide trees, green grass, lots of places to run or play,
a little dog that was big in her own way, and a wooden fence to use for so many imaginative reasons.
The trees made amazing places to hide
when my cousins on the David side and I played hide and seek.
We would also hide everywhere near or in the house.
Their new backyard is like a forest so the smaller house makes up for it.

Now let’s travel to a town called Holderage.
This is where my great grandmother lives.
Great Grandma Harris is her name and her house is amazing.
The living room is where we gather for David side family events.
A room for showing her history.
Wedding dress, pictures, and artifacts bring back the good old days
or give us children a glimpse of who our great grandmother was.
The kitchen always has delicious food aromas for the fest that night.
The basement is where we have pillow fights and have so much fun.
The basement is definitely my favorite part about the house.

This next place on my list is what I call my happy place.
Animals in cages looking up at you with their big sad eyes, waiting to find the right family.
The cats in the room, play with the toys and do what they do best; sleep.
Small critters are joyfully teasing each other and wanting to be held by their new owner.
If you haven’t guessed already it is an animal shelter.
Specifically the one in Grand Island, Nebraska.
The puppy room or kitten room is by far my favorite place in the whole building.
I get to play with them, give them hope, and a snippet of happiness for the day.

Finally, we have arrived to my absolute favorite place.
This is where I can be myself, come up with stories or other creative things, a
nd it can be used for work and play whenever the time is right.
However, it can be a little distracting at the wrong times but it happens to the best of us.
I can’t raise or lower my voice but that doesn’t bother me one bit
because this is where I am safe from the outside world.
Where I don’t get judged for being too quiet to loud, or my appearance.
My perplexing and sophisticated mind is my favorite place in this universe.

~Scooby McRoses