It is the year 2002, my great grandpa was still alive and I frequently visited his farm with my father. This is a story about the events leading up to one visit that was very much like most visits. I was a young quick witted five-year-old bursting with energy. The summer was bright and filled with the joy of youth. I awoke in the morning and did my usual routine of showering getting dressed and brushing my teeth before venturing my way upstairs past the green walls of the corridor, the red walled stairway up to the blue of the top floor. My mother was in the office down the corridor doing work. She worked at home so she could take care of my brother and I while my dad was away at work. As I entered the office I asked my mom, “Mother can you
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I leaped off of the chair and ran to the sofa where I plopped myself on its cushiony goodness and continued watching my cartoons. Now another one of my favorite shows was on, Scooby doo. A show about a talking dog and his gang of mystery solving adventures traveling far and wide to unmask the ghosts, goblins and ghouls and all other evil doers alike to find out there were just regular people under those horrible costumes. Showing that the real monsters in this world are people. Always ended in the villains proclaiming something along the lines of “I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids”. I was always ecstatic with joy watching these shows, I loved watching cartoons in the morning, or afternoon, or anytime really they always were …show more content…
We grabbed the dog and hoped into the truck and went off down the road. After a while we got to the dirt road leading to the farm and we out let my faithful dog and he ran beside us to my Great Grandpa’s farm. That was a workout he loved to do so much. He loved bounding through the ditches beside us at breakneck speed. His tongue lolling to the side as he ran and only stopping from running beside us to relieve himself. As we reached the farm I jumped out and gave him a good pet and we ran around quick before going into the farmhouse, the dog waiting outside. As me and my father entered the farm house we saw my grandpa sitting on the chair that he loved to spend his time on recollecting old
I leaped off of the chair and ran to the sofa where I plopped myself on its cushiony goodness and continued watching my cartoons. Now another one of my favorite shows was on, Scooby doo. A show about a talking dog and his gang of mystery solving adventures traveling far and wide to unmask the ghosts, goblins and ghouls and all other evil doers alike to find out there were just regular people under those horrible costumes. Showing that the real monsters in this world are people. Always ended in the villains proclaiming something along the lines of “I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids”. I was always ecstatic with joy watching these shows, I loved watching cartoons in the morning, or afternoon, or anytime really they always were …show more content…
We grabbed the dog and hoped into the truck and went off down the road. After a while we got to the dirt road leading to the farm and we out let my faithful dog and he ran beside us to my Great Grandpa’s farm. That was a workout he loved to do so much. He loved bounding through the ditches beside us at breakneck speed. His tongue lolling to the side as he ran and only stopping from running beside us to relieve himself. As we reached the farm I jumped out and gave him a good pet and we ran around quick before going into the farmhouse, the dog waiting outside. As me and my father entered the farm house we saw my grandpa sitting on the chair that he loved to spend his time on recollecting old