Essay on My Childhood Memories of Grandpa
Since my grandpa came to visit my family every year, I never had a chance to go to my grandpa's house. This was the first time I had gone such a long way from home. My grandfather lived in a small town in a rural area of the state. His house was surrounded by corn fields and was located along a small river. In the dry season, a …show more content…
Like most grandparents or parents in the neighborhood, my grandpa woke up before the sun came peeking over the horizon. He sometimes left the light on in the main room so that when I woke up I did not feel fear of the dark. However, I still hollered for my grandpa. Like clockwork, my grandpa would come rushing down to the room to get me. My fears quickly disappeared just as soon as I saw grandpa at the door.
As I remembered, one time grandpa took my sister and me to a church. The old priest gave us some cookies. Grandpa gave all to my sister and me to eat. I didn't want all of them. I told grandpa, "You eat it yourself, Grandpa." He said, "No, no, I won't eat it. I have been eating for a long time. If you are still a glutton at seventy, it makes it very hard to die." I cried out loud and said, "Don't talk like that, Grandpa." He held me