The usual smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and the aroma of homemade cooking are regular thoughts when thinking of my grandmother’s house. I remember feeling the warmth of her house in the brisk, early morning when my mom dropped me off at her house. The home always has a welcoming sense that I am overwhelmed with when visiting. My grandmother’s house, my second home.
A small, multi-colored brick house is where my memories take place. This old house has a treacherously huge hill; this hill has hidden patches of muddy brown puddles everywhere! A dangerously curved gravel driveway can be found dividing the hill into two; the snake-like driveway leads to the side of the house. You can almost always find my grandfather’s 1980 Mustang …show more content…
Some of my favorite childhood memories occurred at my grandma’s. For example, jumping off the porch with a plastic bag in my hand alongside my younger sister. The purpose of this was to create the effect of sky diving on a windy day. Another flashback, I would stack leaf piles to the sky and jump inside only to receive a big smile from my sister and a terrible itch. In addition to the fun childhood play being a factor in why I’m so attached to the house, my grandmother also knows all home remedies and the unknown secrets of health, so whenever I have a health issue I know who to see. For instance, I caught the chicken pox from kids at my elementary school and my grandma immediately put socks on my hands and dropped me in a tub full of oatmeal. Similarly, my sister cut her finger on a broken snow globe and my granny knew how to handle the situation and what to apply to the deep, bloody wound. I often ask my grandmother how she acquired all this knowledge, she always responses with “The Lord has provided me with wisdom over the years.” Furthermore, I know I can go to my grandmother with any problem I have. If it can’t be fixed with medicine, she simply provides a hug and a prayer. Winnie the Pooh state, “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” This quote is so true because I will forever cherish every precious memory my grandma’s house …show more content…
My family is the funniest group of individuals you will meet. Every time we are all together, I don’t have a care in the world. My family spends every holiday at my grandmother’s house. Almost every Thanksgiving, two members of my family will wrestle for the last piece of delicious pumpkin pie. On Christmas morning, you can hear the pitter patter of the little feet, as my tiny cousins run for the tree. It is tradition to go to my grandma’s after church every Sunday. Each member of the family cooks a small dish, so my grandmother does not have to cook as much. By watching this action over the years, I have discovered it’s not what you have but who you have that counts. We also come together for my birthday and my grandmother never fails to make me my favorite Italian pasta. My family has a game night every two months; we play family feud and charades. Time spent with family is worth every
A small, multi-colored brick house is where my memories take place. This old house has a treacherously huge hill; this hill has hidden patches of muddy brown puddles everywhere! A dangerously curved gravel driveway can be found dividing the hill into two; the snake-like driveway leads to the side of the house. You can almost always find my grandfather’s 1980 Mustang …show more content…
Some of my favorite childhood memories occurred at my grandma’s. For example, jumping off the porch with a plastic bag in my hand alongside my younger sister. The purpose of this was to create the effect of sky diving on a windy day. Another flashback, I would stack leaf piles to the sky and jump inside only to receive a big smile from my sister and a terrible itch. In addition to the fun childhood play being a factor in why I’m so attached to the house, my grandmother also knows all home remedies and the unknown secrets of health, so whenever I have a health issue I know who to see. For instance, I caught the chicken pox from kids at my elementary school and my grandma immediately put socks on my hands and dropped me in a tub full of oatmeal. Similarly, my sister cut her finger on a broken snow globe and my granny knew how to handle the situation and what to apply to the deep, bloody wound. I often ask my grandmother how she acquired all this knowledge, she always responses with “The Lord has provided me with wisdom over the years.” Furthermore, I know I can go to my grandmother with any problem I have. If it can’t be fixed with medicine, she simply provides a hug and a prayer. Winnie the Pooh state, “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” This quote is so true because I will forever cherish every precious memory my grandma’s house …show more content…
My family is the funniest group of individuals you will meet. Every time we are all together, I don’t have a care in the world. My family spends every holiday at my grandmother’s house. Almost every Thanksgiving, two members of my family will wrestle for the last piece of delicious pumpkin pie. On Christmas morning, you can hear the pitter patter of the little feet, as my tiny cousins run for the tree. It is tradition to go to my grandma’s after church every Sunday. Each member of the family cooks a small dish, so my grandmother does not have to cook as much. By watching this action over the years, I have discovered it’s not what you have but who you have that counts. We also come together for my birthday and my grandmother never fails to make me my favorite Italian pasta. My family has a game night every two months; we play family feud and charades. Time spent with family is worth every