He fiddled with his pen and thought. "At home its always full of life, Mom, Dad, brother, sometimes Nana and Pop Pop, cousins are always visiting. Some nights we'd play football out in the courtyard or in the summer we'd go to the beach and catch cuttlefish. Dad would grill it and we'd have it for dinner." he sighed, thinking of all the noogies and headlocks he received. He could almost smell the charcoal of the grill and the tingle of the warm sun on his face.
"Ah, sorry. I rambled. Mr. Kiku, what do you like to do?"