My Grandma was the best loving grandma you could ever wish for. I was never far from her thoughts, and she always did things for me in acts of kindness. I loved her dearly in return, being grateful to have someone who really cared about me, because I often felt unloved and misunderstood in my immediate family.
When I was about fourteen and a “rock chick” in training, I had a favorite pair of jeans, that just started to break in with cool little holes on my knees. I loved it, as it was so cool, and it fit perfectly with my rock chick image. More
Everything Possible and Impossible 