Journal Entry #2

When asked what sound or smell reminds me of someone, I'd have to say the sound of wind chimes jingling in the Spring air reminds me of my grandma. Every other day I'd go to her house after school where she sould babysit me until my mom came to pick us up. When the weather got warm they'd turn their garage into another living room area. They'd put down that ugly rough green grass carpet on the hard concrete and add in porch furniture. Hanging from the deep brown wooden beam was this ancient wind chime. It was obviously a cheap one, because the wood was cracking and the middle piece was made of plastic. After grabbing an after school snack I'd sit in the garage living room sipping on a huggie and eating some oreos. The garage door would be opened but there was big plastic screens in its place. At the other end of the garage was the sliding glass door that was opened as well; this way a nice Spring breeze would flow through the room. As my brother flipped through channels on the TV and usually stopping on Boy Meets World, the spring breeze would blast through the room creating a musical chime. The sound of the chimes at my grandmothers was like no others. It didn't sound like the chime at my other grandmas house, this one had a unique chime to it. Everytime I heard it, the sound would make me smile and remember my grandma. She'd be in the kitchen boiling the water for my favorite green jello while I watched TV with my brother. I don't think I'd ever forget that sound. It always made the day seem better knowing that it was Spring time and being at grandma's was a time to relax. The garage even had a certain scent to it that I will never forget, this musty, oil, and wooden fragerance. Even though my grandma has past, every time I go to her house to visit my grandpa I hear that wind chime and her smile would spring into my mind.