“I like playing soccer in their big yard,” Paul added.
   Grandma and Grandpa’s place was a slice of heaven: swinging on the front porch, licking ice-cream
cones, riding the horses, swimming in the creek, and best of all, listening to Grandpa’s stories about World War II. Yep, their place was heaven.
   Until one visit. The aroma of fresh apple pies had disappeared from the kitchen. No one pulled Paul and Randy in the wagon. And the swing was always empty. Grandpa had died, and Grandma had moved to a nursing home.
  What do you think Paul and Randy really liked most about visiting their grandparents’ house? Although the boys had many great things to do there, what really