I would like to share one of my most "vivid" memories of my grandfather from when I was probably around 5-7 years old. At the time, my grandfather, Robert, was living at my house with my family. This one night, my grandfather was watching my brother, sister, and I and we were about to eat dinner. Like usual at a young age, I was misbehaving a little bit. He said that if I wouldn't stop misbehaving, he would poor the jug of red juice on my head. Me being young, I didn't believe a word he said so I continued to act up. Then, here he comes and dumps the whole jug of red juice on my head. I don't really remember much after this because I was so young and it was so long ago, but this is one of very few moments I remember with my dear grandfather. I now cherish all the small details that I remember of him as he looks down on me.