Castle in the Sky

i remember when i was a kid, i used to go to my grandparents house every saturday. i'm always excited because it was a magical place for me. it was a place between two worlds - real and unreal. it was a place near castles and bone yards. i made friends with kids nobody even wants to play with. i eat food that nobody dares to eat...most especially the royals. i smell like...nobody cares whatever your smell is coz your nose doesn't even know what it is...but most importantly it was a place where i get to see my grandparents live as if there is no tomorrow. that place that they call home and time always stops at 1pm coz everybody wants a siesta. i saw them how to live simple and happy. A house made of sticks and bones, sheets and scraps but with people so REAL that everytime i close my eyes i will always see their faces smiling back at me...only to realize that that place is still there, with the same folks, same food, same smell...same old same old...but no GRANDPARENTS to return to and teach me how LIFE really is without having to worry about anything but to keep smiling!