The Chickens! They've escaped!

So, our Lit professor wanted us to write about what we remember about dinner/the kitchen from when we were younger. So, I started thinking about my grandma's kitchen, and all I remember about it is Chickens. Everywhere. She had it decorated in this really old fashioned style with chicken print everything. On the tablecloth, the curtains, magnets, canisters, she even had this big spoon thingy with a chicken on it in the middle of the stove.
And I remember how during fall and spring break, she would get me to clean the kitchen cabinets with this really strong orange smelling solution she would make, and she would have me get up on the counters to get to the high cabinets. I remember being scared I was going to fall, because the counters were skinny. I never fell.
I remember this huge jug we had in the corner, to keep pennies in. But now that I think about it, it really wasn't that big. It was just that I was about 2
feet shorter.
Now that I really think about it, I don't have one bad memory in that kitchen. Out of all the bad memories I have of that house, those people, none of them happened in that kitchen. It's like it was neutral ground.
I've decided that even though that kitchen was ugly, I'm going to decorate my kitchen like that. Maybe even get one of those spoon thingys to put on the stove. Maybe even figure out what it's for.