When I was young, my mom, my siblings and I would pack up and head to grandma's and gramps house. Being a small child, it was an adventure. Nothing was better than a trip up to the mountain to see them and be together as a family. Whether it was sitting around with the adults throwing dice, tromping through the woods, or gramps giving me some of his candy (copenhagen snuff) for the first time when I was around 5, everything was new and exciting. It was childhood in it's purest form. Last night I made a call to my mom. Planning on taking my son to visit her and to see my grandma for what could be the very last time I'll see her. My mom is now the grandmother, I'm now the parent, and my son well, he's the kid coming along for the adventure. Funny feeling when you realize that your place in life has changed. Someday I'll be the grandpa, my boy will be a father, and I'll be trying to corrupt his son with dice and snuff. What a trip.