My Life in Three Faces
Everyone can name a few things they remember from their childhood that could shape who they are. It could be any form of event, big or small. Could be something you learned from or something you won 't ever forget. Happy or sad, these events are either your most treasured memories or your worst nightmares, whatever they are they are you.
A story my Mom and grandma always tell me how I got my grandpa to open up and play with the grand kids. Back when I was the only grandchild I would go to my grandparents house every Friday night. My grandma and grandpa were always thrilled to have me over every week but my grandpa was always afraid of holding little kids so he never held me or anything, that was until I was able to …show more content…
That moment didn’t affect me or really mean anything to me when I was that small but now because of that moment we are pretty close, as I grew up we just became closer even now we joke around with each other all the time. He used to worry that my mom and her sister wouldn’t think of him as their dad or that the grandkids wouldn’t think of him as grandpa but he has always been there for all of us and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was around eight years old when I lost something that I knew even then I would never be able to replace, I lost my grandma. Even though there were other deaths in my family before her, her death hit me harder than anything. It was at that point that I realized when people die, they don 't just go away for a little, they are gone. I remember always walking over there when I was bored and just spending time with her, she would read to me or we would be constantly watching the Neverending Story. Or I would go to the basement where my cousins had their games set up and she would watch me play games because she lived down the road from where my family used to live so it was easiest to go over to her house all of …show more content…
I think this because for as long as I can remember I have help my dad put together some crazy set up for Halloween. We go all out on our yard, even before we moved to Columbia. My dad and his friends would terrorize the people out trick or treating when we lived in Cahokia. Now there isn 't a lot of terrorizing as there is crazy scenes in our yard now, like monsters coming out of the ground with their head being pulled off, spinning zombies and coffins. As Halloween draws close every year we get excited and start talking about our plans for how we want to decorate and what we are going to do for costumes. Its a lot of hard work but its worth it in the end. My dad is the mastermind behind it all, when he gets an idea he come to me and has me draw it out for him and from there we try to make it work on wood or make it out of foam. For instance we got a chance to do a haunted house for the church across the street from our house. It was tons of fun, we worked on it everyday for almost three months. We built it in a shed the church has, there was enough room to make a small haunted trail sort of thing so we went with that then section off different spots for everything. I drew out everything and painted everything while my dad worked on cutting things out of wood and putting things together. Even though we had hardly any extra help we still got it done. In the end it ended up being one of
Everyone can name a few things they remember from their childhood that could shape who they are. It could be any form of event, big or small. Could be something you learned from or something you won 't ever forget. Happy or sad, these events are either your most treasured memories or your worst nightmares, whatever they are they are you.
A story my Mom and grandma always tell me how I got my grandpa to open up and play with the grand kids. Back when I was the only grandchild I would go to my grandparents house every Friday night. My grandma and grandpa were always thrilled to have me over every week but my grandpa was always afraid of holding little kids so he never held me or anything, that was until I was able to …show more content…
That moment didn’t affect me or really mean anything to me when I was that small but now because of that moment we are pretty close, as I grew up we just became closer even now we joke around with each other all the time. He used to worry that my mom and her sister wouldn’t think of him as their dad or that the grandkids wouldn’t think of him as grandpa but he has always been there for all of us and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I was around eight years old when I lost something that I knew even then I would never be able to replace, I lost my grandma. Even though there were other deaths in my family before her, her death hit me harder than anything. It was at that point that I realized when people die, they don 't just go away for a little, they are gone. I remember always walking over there when I was bored and just spending time with her, she would read to me or we would be constantly watching the Neverending Story. Or I would go to the basement where my cousins had their games set up and she would watch me play games because she lived down the road from where my family used to live so it was easiest to go over to her house all of …show more content…
I think this because for as long as I can remember I have help my dad put together some crazy set up for Halloween. We go all out on our yard, even before we moved to Columbia. My dad and his friends would terrorize the people out trick or treating when we lived in Cahokia. Now there isn 't a lot of terrorizing as there is crazy scenes in our yard now, like monsters coming out of the ground with their head being pulled off, spinning zombies and coffins. As Halloween draws close every year we get excited and start talking about our plans for how we want to decorate and what we are going to do for costumes. Its a lot of hard work but its worth it in the end. My dad is the mastermind behind it all, when he gets an idea he come to me and has me draw it out for him and from there we try to make it work on wood or make it out of foam. For instance we got a chance to do a haunted house for the church across the street from our house. It was tons of fun, we worked on it everyday for almost three months. We built it in a shed the church has, there was enough room to make a small haunted trail sort of thing so we went with that then section off different spots for everything. I drew out everything and painted everything while my dad worked on cutting things out of wood and putting things together. Even though we had hardly any extra help we still got it done. In the end it ended up being one of