My childhood is always a wonderful memory in my life. I lived with my Grandmom all the childhood. She is my dearest one though she passed away. How sad and lonely I have felt since I lost her. She touch me to love and to share. She encouraged me wherever I was unhappy or disappointed. She is always beside me, even now. I know my childhood would be terrible without her. She stimulated me in my study though she was illiterate. She sacrified much for me. I usually dream of my childhood - the only place I could see my Grandmom. I could touch her and speak to her. Her arms was the most peaceful place for me! And I wonder how could I still remember some events happened too long ago, which were forgotten because of the busy daily life. Living in the childhood-when I shared all my happiness and sadness with her-I experieced many sweet and warm days. I know these memories will never come back but it helps me go on without her beside me.