My grandparents on my mom’s side lived fairly close to us. I remember one time there was a fire in our kitchen and when it was over I refused to enter the house because I hated change and the kitchen looked different (and I’m also still scared the house will burn down when I’m sleeping). So my grandparents came to pick me up and took me to their house for a few days. My Boppa used to drive me to competitive swimming every day. And my Nanna and I were close until she died a few years ago. My grandparents on my dad’s side lived in the USA, so we only saw them once or twice a year, but I always liked seeing them. That grandma used to watch me do fashion shows in her living room and ooh and ahh at my clothes.