When I think back on my days as a little girl, a small amount of my most precious memories flood into my head and reminds me of the some of the happiest joys I ever had the chance to experience. Many people would think of something they, at their age, considered to be great feats such as learning how to ride their bicycle without training wheels, shooting a basketball, or solving a Rubik's Cube on their own. However, in my case, my memories did not consist of things I did on my own, but rather moments that I shared with someone who was truly a blessing and held a special place in my heart, my grandfather.
He and my grandmother lived in southern New Jersey in a quiet, family orientated suburb called Linwood. The neighborhood was like a movie because each house was trimmed with white, had picture perfect green lawns, small porches that were enclosed by glass, and neatly kept hedges or flower gardens. Whenever we would visit, we would spend the first day sitting around his favorite ten place setting, dark wood, Victorian style, dining table. Which had decorative seasonal plates that were used on special occasions or family gatherings and visits.
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It was his favorite taffy shop and was the only one where he would let us get salt water taffy. As you would enter the shop there were pictures on the wall of the shop since it had opened in 1938. It had white tiled floors that looked like they had not been changed since the shop had first opened its doors and four long glass casings on the left side of the shop that stretched from the from to the back, each filled with baskets of certain flavors of saltwater taffy. On the right side of the shop were four separated walls that faced perpendicular to the large glass windows, and each wall had a taffy pulling ring stuck to it. We would watch the men in the taffy shop pull the freshly made taffy till it was aerated to