What's your fondest memory of your grandparents?

I don't have any memories with my grandparents because they passed away before I was born. But I have so many good memories with my great grandmother. When I born she was there and she always pampered me so much. We were in a joint family and my great grandmother was a retired principal from the school so she was very active. She took us all on a walk every evening and give us our favourite toffees. We were 7 cousins and we all enjoyed her company so much. When I was 8 years old she also passed away. It was heartbroken but now I hope that she is looking at all of us through stars.

I don’t have many memories of my grandparents as they passed away very early. I was only in kindergarten when they passed away.

I remember sitting with them on their rocking chair and swinging back and forth. Another memory was how my grandfather would take me to the nearby shop and buy me toffees and whatever I asked for.

My Achamma (Paternal Grandmother) is my first love, my first friend, mentor everything. I loved her more than my parents, in all the innocent ways i ever understood love as a child. One of my fondest memories with her is accompanying her to the temple every evening, for the bhajan singing, and it was during one if those evenings, when i sang my first song, a krishna bhajan. She was the one who discovered my talent and encouraged me to learn carnatic music even though i didn't understand the technicalities. I owe her every bit of music that i have ever seemed to understand and eventually love, because it started with her :)

My fondest memory of my grandparents was of my last summer vacation with my paternal grandfather. I could rarely meet my grandparents since I was in Delhi and they were in the south. I did not know much about him until I received a summer vacation project to interview your grandparent. This got us talking for straight 6 hours without a break about his life history. He told me snippets that even his kids did not know. I realised he was a very very interesting person. It was heartwarming. The next day we left to Bangalore. A week later he passed away. I was heartbroken but also glad that I got an opportunity to connect with him at such a deep level. That may have not happened if not for the project or if I had waited for a week to talk to him. 

Grandparents are our second parents, who's primary goal is to keep that smile on our little faces forever and would do anything to bring that smile.

Memories with grandparents are something to always cherish as both grow older. Talking about my memories, I have tons of them. Especially during the time when I was in the hostel, they were my local guardians. And I would always prefer to be with them rather than going back to my family as it was real fun here. My grandmother used to cook amazing food and the menu was always a long list. My grandfather used to bring me the local candies and other materials which is still a must try! Then I used to listen to their stories and never realised how time went by. Those memories are the ones that always remain close to one's heart.

Grandparents are our second parents, who's primary goal is to keep that smile on our little faces forever and would do anything to bring that smile. 

Memories with grandparents are something to always cherish as both grow older. Talking about my memories, I have tons of them. Especially during the time when I was in the hostel, they were my local guardians. And I would always prefer to be with them rather than going back to my family as it was real fun here. My grandmother used to cook amazing food and the menu was always a long list. My grandfather used to bring me the local candies and other materials which is still a must try! 

Memories with grandparents are something to always cherish as both grow older. Talking about my memories, I have tons of them. Especially during the time when I was in the hostel, they were my local guardians. And I would always prefer to be with them rather than going back to my family as it was real fun here. My grandmother used to cook amazing food and the menu was always a long list. My grandfather used to bring me the local candies and other materials which is still a must try! Then I used to listen to their stories and never realised how time went by. Those memories are the ones that always remain close to one's heart. 

I remember when my grandpaa used to give me sweet stick which is known as sipap in kerala. Whenever we went for a walk he always used to buy me that and i was so excited to have it.And after growing up i realized he was no more with me .i miss my sipap partner.

Growing up I only had my grandmother as my grandparen who came all the way from Kerala the time I was born. Well it was needless to say that I was indeed her favourite grandchild amongst the 10 she had. She was my first friend, the one I used to come back home to telling all my stories of school. My board games partner - oh much I used to pester her to play amidst her entire busy day of making those delicacies just to make me eat. My fondest memory was the night she passed away from when she asked me to make her oats and I was really not sure about how to do it and she was making fun of me all along that I didnt even know - how to make OATS!!! . But it was only after she passed away that night I pondered upon that how lucky I was for having even done this little for her for all the hardships she took to make me eat, trying different things, running around the enyire house behind me.
And that was a complete circle of hers and my life there.
Well needless to say my grandmother has been my greatest treasure if only I could relive those days back again.

I and my sister , were playing on the park , besides there was a tap , so I opened the tap , we started playing with water, my grandfather at mean time, was filling the tank with water, when he found the tank was full , he went to bathroom for bath , but at time we both emptied the tank by opening the tap , I and my sister got a scolding ,that time i was around 5 or 6 years 

I and my sister , were playing on the park , besides there was a tap , so I opened the tap , we started playing with water, my grandfather at mean time, was filling the tank with water, when he found the tank was full , he went to bathroom for bath , but at time we both emptied the tank by opening the tap , I and my sister got a scolding ,that time i was around 5 or 6 years 

The fondest memory I can remember with my grandparents are when we spent the time with them during the summer vacation. My grandfather used to make bat with trunk and we played cricket all day until I get tired and then after we reach home after all the activity my grandmother used to make various sweet dishes for me to soothe us.

Well the fondest memory I have of my grandparents... Is when they used to visit us in Delhi.. and I was just a kid starting school... Appachan (my grandpa) would wake me up in the morning with his prayer and ammachi (grandma) will make food along with my mom and then he will help me get ready... Talk good things about the world... And then he would walk with me to school... I had a sense of being safe privileged and pride when I used to walk with him to school. Well grandparents are parents without the strictness. 

Memories with grandparents are one among the innocent and heart touching ones of our childhood. They may not have done anything great but the smallest act is out of pure love and nothing else. I have memories of only my maternal grandmother who is no more with us. I remember that during our summer vacations at school, we used to go to Kerala and grandma would be waiting for us throughout the year to finally meet us on that particular day. In case of food, my wish was her command. Whatever I would wish to have, she would make it before even saying it out. She used to grow pineappples in her own kitchen garden to make me fruit juice or simply have the fruit when I visit. If mom ever scolded me in front of her, I was always safe in her lap even if I was the one who messed up. Those happy tears at meeting and sad tears while leaving could never be forgotten. The love that grandparents give us is certainly innocent and we know that we are not going to be loved in the same way by anyone, ever. From their small loving acts to their loving faces when they see us, it's all something to cherish and something to keep with us.

I was very young when my paternal grandfather passed away; so my memories of him, sadly, have become vague; but I continue to cherish him through stories and pictures. He was loved and respected, not just by the family but everyone in and around our neighbourhood. I remember him as a bald, silver-bearded old man with his iconic black umbrella with J-shaped handle and who would bring everyone treats whenever he came home from his daily strolls around the locality,

16 years later, I still carry his picture in my wallet and wish he would have lived a little longer to watch his granddaughter grow up! 

It has always been amazing to talk about two of my favorite people. When I look back to my childhood, a major part of it revolves around my vacations. I am one of those who visited my grandparents house only during holidays for almost 1 month with 3 of my cousins, so I would always be excited to finish my exams and pack my bags and go to their place. And then they both use to take all of us together on picnics and we hse to awake and do chitchat, for the whole night. I remeber I always use to worried about my results n my dadi maa use to say that whtevr it may be u r have to stay positive. She has always supported me n she constatnly gives me this hope by saying that i am always praying for you and you will be successful in your whatever you are pursuning. Just go for it 

I always miss those childhood memories and writing this all of this has rewind altogether.

Looking back in time when I was a kid, I have blurred visuals of my grandfather teaching me how to ride a bicycle without wheels. Having comfortably learnt how to ride a bicycle with two wheels, I thought it was easy to ride without them. But to my surprise it was one hell of a task. My grandfather was my constant teacher throughout the process. He taught me step by step and first removed one of the wheels of the bicycle. The change was kind of easy to adapt to. But the very thought of removing the second wheel scared me. I never thought that I could ever learn balancing without two wheels. My grandfather had full trust in me. He held my bicycle all the way while I was riding without any wheels. I put my trust in him that he won't let me fall even if I falter. One fine day I was riding with him by my side and as we were moving ahead he slowly let go off his hands from my bicycle. And by the time I could realise I was already riding without any support. I was overjoyed to have learnt something which I thought I wouldn't be able to. It all happened because of my grandfather. I continue to adore my grandparents for so many values they teach me every single day. 

My fondest memory with my grandparents would be the time we spend during the summer vacations every year. During this time there were no rules, our grandparents pampered without bounds and our parents would finally have less power to scold us instead actually get scolded by my grandmother. When it's time to go back I always pull my grandmother's cheeks and would say it's soo soft to which she gives an irritated smile, and hands me a 1000rs note,and after saying byes I would leave without turning back because I would cry if I turn back. This was our special routinue at the end of each vacation, which I miss now. 

Well, to describe the fondest memory I have with my grandparents, I would prefer to say that, each and every moment staying with them gives me a great joy. I cannot differentiate one specific memory among all of them. I just love their presence around me, which leads to teasing them, helping them, having small fights with them, late night talks about their hard times, the emotions that are involved in the conversations, their maturity levels in dealing things, actually everything is involved in the fondest memory. All the memories, actions build up and make me cry all the time whenever I go far from them and make wait for next holidays to come fast so that, to get back to them. These all actions of individual’s make one to learn and grow eventually to live in this society. In my life the entire credit is given to them and making me to live furthur.

Having lived with my grandparents since the very beginning, there are uncountable memories. I'll write a few here. I and my grandparents will together feed our pet 'Sweety'. It will always wag it's tail and inform my grandparents that I'm coming back from school. My grandmother is an excellent cook and would always prepare special dishes for me. The joy on my grandparents' face when I win a competition or top in class is inexplicable in words. My grandparents are the life of the family.

Saying yes to anything I would ask for despite not having resources to fulfill that wish.