I never baked cookies with my grandma. Not that she didn’t bake; her cookies are delicious. For some reason, we didn’t do it together. Nor did I help her with her flower bed, though she has gorgeous plants! I’m sure she read to me, but I probably didn’t sit still long enough for us to finish a book.

When I was a kid, my grandma set up a classroom so we could play school if we spent any time inside. My cousins and I ran around outside doing who knows what, probably messing with tractors or disturbing cows. If it was winter, we played tag in the basement, and grandma would have cookies waiting for us…