If I had known what I now know, I hope I would have cherished those moments more and shown a deeper level of love for the man I call, Grandpa. Although back then this was not my worry though. I was only concerned with how fast I could leave their house and how many times the house that jack built would be repeated.  
How I then would long for these moments to end, and be able to just leave their old yellow house. I now wish I could have spent more time with them as a little kid.  
My first memory of their house is one that will never die. I was sitting in bed when my grandmother comes in with her usual manor of frantically bouncing about the room with ideas, in that way I guess we are similar, she always has fun games to play after nap time and I was lucky that today's nap was a short one as we would be opening a pet shop.  
Not a real one of course but one much better. One where I could have almost any animal I dreamed of and be able to own them all, a pet shop of pure imagination. The first thing to do was to collect all the stuffed animals I owned and line them up neatly in a row on the old creaky twin bed and make them look presentable so people would want to buy them. The next most important thing was to make a sign so people would want to come to your shop and find it appealing, this was told to me by my grandmother because frankly my four-year-old brain would not be able to make all of this up by myself. 
After it was all set up my grandmother dressed up as different people and paid me with monopoly money, but you would never be able to tell by the way I was smiling that it was not real money.  
I sold all of my stuffed animals that day. I felt that I as truly a good salesman, though I did not know what that meant at the time. We had done that all in 30 minutes and then had time to also open a restaurant where I would serve my grandpa food if his choice that he ordered though it was limited to hot dogs, hamburgers, or mac and cheese. He then gave me a great tip for being a server of helping me with my math homework and teaching me his 8th grade math that he would teach, and I would just stare at it blankly.  
“What’s a variable,” I would say looking at the paper like it was impossible.  
“You’ll know one day. And when you do you will be prepared,” He would whisper while pointing to the paper.  
My Grandfather also enjoyed making tiny dioramas of trains and train stations.  
One day that truly sticks out to me was the day he let me help him paint the people on his train set.  
He slowly showed me all the brushes he used and told me how to let them dry and paint the eyes on them ever so lightly.  
This particular time was when I was at their house because a hurricane was coming to Florida and my parents didn’t want to have to deal with me while they were cleaning up the house. The sun was shining through my window and though I tried to go back to sleep I knew that I would not be able to.  
I stepped out of my room and onto the cold tile floor of the hallway and into the kitchen. As I walked in I see my grandmother making me breakfast and my grandfather is sitting at the table with these little people I have never seen before. 
Of course, as a person obsessed with tiny things, I had to go see what he was doing. When I got to the end of the table, I saw the paint, the brushes and the magnifying glass he was using. 
I am enthralled by the number of products that could be used by one little piece of plastic.  
Then again by the end of the day I had used almost all of the paint.