My grandfather is the reason my life is the way it is today. He raised my mother into a woman that is strong and can push through anything. My mom tells me stories of how, as a teenager, my papaw was really strict on her; she says now that she was glad he did all of those things for her. My mother now raises me as the teenage girl she once was. I have never had the desire to do things typical teenagers do because I was not brought up around that. I look at other people and they tell me stories about their parents and grandparents, and I think of how blessed I was to have a grandfather that took the time to make my mom into the mother she is today.
A special thing to me about my papaw is his stories. I have always had a love for history; I stop and realize that it is not just a painting, a …show more content…
I slowly put my phone on my front camera and start taking a video of him. He started hiding his face with one hand and trying to turn my off with the other. He then knocks the phone out of my hand and starts running and were running all over the house and wrestling over my phone. I finally got my phone right when the grip of his hand was lose and shot of to the couch. By now, we were both worn out and he gave up. I stand up and realize there was blood all over my shirt. Neither of us were hurt but he had a little mark on his hand. We laughed and laughed over this and to this day I still have the