My experience of being curious

During this winter holiday, I went back to my hometown. There was a secret floor that I had never seen before. I was curious about it, so I asked my grandparents what was inside, but they didn't tell me. "What could it be?" I wondered. Furniture or something else? I decided to check it out. I felt excited as I went upstairs. It was dirty and had a nasty smell. When I arrived, I saw many books that my cousins and I used to read lying on the floor. I was so surprised because I hadn't thought that they would keep those books for seven years!