I remember that I always looked forward to going to visit my grandparents when I was growing up. They had all kinds of neat things in their home. Probably my favorite thing was their rocker. It was just an old wooden rocker on the front porch, but I spent so many fun hours just sitting and rocking and thinking.
That rocker was good for thinking. If I had something on my mind when I sat down in that rocker, when I got up I felt better. They also had an old black dial up phone that I found fascinating. I don't think I have seen an old black phone since.
