What is your most precious memory?

My most precious memory is probably when I was a child, chatting with my grandfather at home. At that time, I had not experienced so many things, so I was ignorant of everything in the world. Grandpa is a man with rich life experience. I admire him very much, so I often come out to chat with him after dinner.

At that time, grandpa liked to move a small bench and sit at the door after dinner. He sat for a long time until it was dark and the stars and the moon began to come out. He didn't speak, just sat there quietly, perhaps thinking of his childhood, and then I broke it. Because I started to join my grandfather's team, I would sit next to him every day and ask a lot of things I didn't understand.

I remember asking about animals very much. I often ask my grandfather if snakes can bite people. What should I do after biting? In short, I think of some boring questions now, but I will be very satisfied every time, because grandpa's patience has not been reduced because of my repeated inquiries. I asked grandpa why people have wrinkles, and grandpa said it was because people were old. At that time, I first knew the concept of aging, and it was the only time I grew so big.

Then I grew up, and grandpa is now in heaven. I can't find anyone who is willing to listen to my boring life trivia, and no one is willing to answer my meaningless questions. I miss that time very much, and I miss the years when my grandfather was by my side.

The more people grow up, the more they miss their childhood, because when we were young, we had everything and everyone around us never left. Now we are beginning to lose important people.