My favourite place which is important to me is my grandfather’s house. It was in Qatif and i lived there when I was little . After that time every summer I visited it till now. So I associated it with carefree and happy childhood. It was a big wooden house with six rooms: there bedrooms, living room, kitchen with cellar and library. I was an only child and did what I wanted there. But I never dropped in one bedroom, we called it ”the last room”. Even now i feel strange fear to go into that room. That house was cold in the winter but it was very big, light and cosy. there was a real stove, and when grandfather set a fire, it made a soft and warm.There was a large garden, where were kitchen garden, greenhouse and summerhouse, where we used to drink tea in evening. I played with my youngest Aunt she is so funny, kind, beautiful and awesome. Now it is an old house, where nobody lives in. but I feel a warm every time when I visited it and I keep it in my mind as a happy moments of my life in a place, important to me.