Grandma’s Secret Journey

A Secret Place

Grandmas are extraordinary people. They fill our lives with warm hugs, sweet scents, oven‑fresh cookies, and long summer days filled with laughter. I remember sunny afternoons playing hide‑and‑seek and quiet evenings whispering my most cherished secrets. Grandma memories last a lifetime, returning to comfort us in moments of sadness. Even when we’re no longer little girls, those memories remain. Sometimes they slip into dreams – glorious, magical dreams. Many years ago, my grandma gave me one I’ll never forget.

It was the start of summer vacation, always my favorite time of year. On one special morning, I sat at my bedroom window, glancing at the clock on my nightstand, waiting for the sight of Grandma’s car. She had promised to take me on a fantastic trip to a secret place.

It was my first time on an airplane. The thought of soaring near the sun with Grandma made my heart race. She explained that after the plane ride, we would travel somewhere even more magical – a place meant only for the two of us.

At last, her car pulled into the driveway. She waved up at my window, and I flew down the stairs, butterflies in my stomach. Mama handed me my suitcase and whispered, “Promise you’ll be a good little boy. Don’t be any trouble and remember to call when you get to Grandma’s house.” I hugged her quickly, then dashed into Grandma’s arms. My brother and our dog bounded from the backyard, laughing and hugging Grandma as she handed him a bag of treats. But my treat was far greater – I was going with her to the secret place.

At the airport, Grandma pointed to the planes climbing into the sky. “That one’s waiting for us,” she said with a smile. A kind flight attendant showed us to our seats, and I claimed the window. As the plane lifted, the world below shrank into a tiny toy city. “Ouch, my ears hurt!” I cried. Grandma pressed a small bag of bubble gum into my hands. “Like magic, this will take the pain away,” she whispered. And it did.

Suddenly, the plane jolted and shook as if we were inside a giant mixer. Lights flickered. I clutched Grandma’s hand, terrified. Then, just as suddenly, the shaking stopped. Outside the window stretched a black sky filled with thousands of stars. A shooting star-streaked past. The captain’s voice announced, “Prepare for landing.”

“But where?” I asked. There was no airport, only twinkling stars. Then brilliant lights of yellow, purple, orange, and red transformed into buildings. As the plane descended, I squeezed Grandma’s hand, my heart pounding.

We stepped into a world unlike any other. “Welcome, friends,” a voice proclaimed. “Welcome to our planet Amdnarg!” Strange little beings with green faces, round eyes, and pointy ears gathered around us. Their leader, Argus, greeted us warmly. “Would you care to try some cookies and our special juice?” The cookies smelled heavenly. I bit into a rainbow‑colored one. “Yummy! Chocolate and marshmallows… no, strawberries and vanilla… wait, it keeps changing flavors!” I laughed in amazement.

Argus led us to a rainbow‑shaped bus that floated like a balloon. It carried us to a golden castle, their toy factory. Every toy moved and played music. I asked if I could keep a robot. Argus chuckled, “Of course.” I clutched my prize proudly.

But outside, a strange sound echoed: “Epee… ouuu… eeech.” A brilliant green plant grew into a giant, snatched my toy, and shook the bus like a plaything. “Help!” I cried. Argus calmed me. “He only wants to play. He looks frightening, but he means no harm.” Still, I dared not ask for my toy back.

Soon, Argus revealed a magnificent park filled with swings, slides, and toy animals that could fly. Trees dripped chocolate, marshmallows, and cotton candy. Shrubs sprouted cupcakes and popcorn. A pond brimmed with pink lemonade and rainbow ducks fed jellybeans by laughing children. I joined them, enchanted. But the eerie sound returned. The giant plant loomed again. “Please don’t eat me!” I screamed. The children distracted it with cookies, giving me time to run. Lost and frightened, I searched for Grandma, but she was nowhere. Exhausted, I lay beneath a chocolate‑covered tree and drifted into sleep.

A gentle hand shook me. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Mama whispered. I opened my eyes in my own bedroom. “Mom, how did you get here?” I asked. She laughed. “Here? What are you talking about? Hurry, you’ll miss breakfast.”

Was it all a dream? It felt so real. Pulling back my sheets, I found purple cookie crumbs. In my shoe was a note from Grandma: Hope you had fun on our special secret trip.