My cousin and I would visit my grandmother often.  It was like my second home.  I’d wake up to dishes clanking and Saturday morning cartoons playing.  She’d make grits, eggs, bacon, and pancakes, and it was always indescribably delicious.  I’d watch cartoons and drink milk with my breakfast, and just feel at peace.  My cousin loved going to the elevator cause I was on the 24^th floor and would ride it down to the lobby.  Everyone in our building was like our family.  They’d all greet us and ask about our parents and grandmother, and made sure we made it safely to the park across the street.  The park almost always had different children to make friends with, and some old friends would be there too.  My cousin would play tag with them, but I never liked running, so I would always go to the swings.  I’d swing for hours.  I loved the feeling of the air rushing past me and the sun bathing me in warmth.  The air is cool and every breath is fresh.  My grandmother would come later with snacks from one of the stores across the street.  Juice, chips, Icey’s, and candy.  I’d always end up hyper and I’d get into trouble.  The day is over, the sun is going down, and I’m tired of being outside.  We go up to the apartment and we bathe and get ready for dinner.  My grandmother’s signature dish was turkey wings with white rice and corn, and we’d always have pineapple Fanta.  I’d help clean the dishes and straighten up the house, and my Saturday was complete.