Essay about My Grandparents ' House '

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The car screeched as my mother slowed down to turned off the main road onto my grandparent’s dirt driveway. The top of the trees arched around the beaten dirt road casting a shadow that soon blocked the sun from my view. The feeling of the road tossing our car back and forth like it weigh nothing, caused my stomach to rock. The rocking got so bad my mother slowed down to 15 miles an hour as she navigated her way up to the main house. My grandparents have a chunk of land next to the Whitefish chain. Thier place was my second home growing up. It was an escape from my huge family and a place I could explore with my cousin Tabby who lived just down the road from my grandparents’ house. Together we got ourselves into a lot of trouble but nothing compares to what we managed to do on that day.

I have always looked up to Tabby, she’s two years older than me but when we were together there was no separating us. My grandparents’ house is not some run down cabin in the woods. My grandpa designed and help build it himself. It was the second house he had built on the property. They finished it probably two years before. I was just up packing my bag in the guest room when I heard a car stop outside the house. I rushed straight to the front pouch and appeared just as Tabby was waving goodbye to her brother. As she turned around the winded blew from up behind her causing her freckled face to get covered by her ginger curls. My hair is also curly but when I was eleven years old I had no…

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