Aww, that sounds like fun :grin2:I only met my grandmother, who died when I was six. I didn't really do anything with her, but I used to go through her bathroom cupboard and put Band-Aids on for fun. She had a lot of them because she used to work in a doctor's office.
Whenever we went to her house, she had fresh bread rolls and would give us a big pile of magazines and a freezer bag of Smarties. I was scared of the steamtrain near her house, so when I heard it, she would tell me it was only my uncle building something next door, where my aunty lived.