When I was 12, I went to Antalya for my summer holiday. My grandparents had a big house in the
countryside. My granddad was a famous artist. There were many paintings in his workshop and his workshop was in the attic. I could draw well so my grandpa gave me some paints and an easel and we painted together.
One day my grandparents met their friends at a cafe. I didn’t go with them. I was alone at home and wanted
to finish my painting. It was for my grandpa’s birthday. I carried my easel to the kitchen because I was very
hungry. I made a sandwich and put a lot of ketchup on it. On my painting there were three white horses
because my grandpa was crazy about them. All of a sudden, I dropped my sandwich on the painting. There was ketchup everywhere. One of the horses turned into red. I was shocked and I couldn’t do anything. Suddenly, my grandparents opened the door and came in. Grandpa saw the red horse and smiled . “You did a great job boy. I always wanted to have a red horse.” he said. I felt very happy at the end.