Share a memory of your grandparents (or another older friend).

When my father turned into a grandfather he became everyone's Grandfather mine too. We called him Opa. When I was little and making things from wood in the Summer with my brothers we would come to my father to ask for some nails. About  ten of them, so long, we'd show him, and he would find some and give them to us. He wouldn't ask what for, or question if they were the right size, he would just give them to us. We learned how thick nails split small wood. We learned that top heavy little wooden boats tipped over. We learned everything we needed to know. My father was a teacher by vocation yet he never gave us a lesson. Later when I wanted to climb mountains my father would drop me and my younger brothers at a trail head with directions to pick us up a few days later somewhere else. He never asked if we had the appropriate gear or about our route. We learned how to navigate in the wilderness. We got very wet and hungry and spent sleepless nights and almost got lost. He gave us the best gift. He gave us our own lives to live. One time he gave me a bit of advice, more support than advice. It was to homeschool my children when the whole world was saying no. He always said yes.