Most of my childhood memories of Papa and Grandma took place in their Penfield townhome. I would wager that a substantial proportion of my hippocampal neurons are devoted to that place due to all the exceptionally happy events that took place there. Below are a sampling:
- Playing war (the card game) with Papa. Somehow I think he circumvented the laws of probability to let me win.
- Watching Rainbow Brite cartoons on a black-and-white television
- Getting presents under our pillows just for spending the night
- A big dinner that filled two rooms, which I believe was right before our cousins moved to California
- Growing tomatoes in the back yard with Grandma
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