My Favorite Place

My Favorite Place

My favorite place, it is the room of my grandfather. I have spent, and now spend many hours there watching sumo, reading magazines, and listen to his story about the WWII. Although the room doesn’t have much space, there lie many things: a bed, a chair, a table, a bureau, and a TV. There is hardly any place to run about and perhaps that’s why I became an indoor person. When it rains, I used to open the window and enjoy catching drops of water that fall down from the eaves. That made him very upset because the water comes in the room, but I really liked it. Grandfather’s room was also my refuge from my parents’ scolding, when I got scolded, I always ran into the grandfather’s room and sulked in bed. He always made me a rice-ball to wake me up and stop crying. For twenty years, my favorite place has always been the same, and I wish it will be.