When we were children sometimes at night we used to sleep in Imam's home and those nights had their particular flavor.
In the morning Imam used to walk in the yard to walk and we were aware that when he would enter there we would then at once run to be beside him and we used to put our hands on our waist and we then would walk with him.
When we used to walk with him we were very quiet and we also had a very good time.
(A memoirs by Morteza Ashrafee, the grandson of his Excellency Imam)