Once the bump of the railroad tracks bounces me out of my leather seat, I know I am close to seeing the familiar smile of two of the most important people in my life. With the final turn, I prepare myself for a day of being pampered. This mundane drive occurred thousands of times, yet each and every time I drive up the rock-wall lined driveway that my grandmother has tirelessly spent puzzling together, I am filled with the recognizable joy. Opening the door release the fumes of bacon and eggs sizzling on the stovetop. Once I cross the barrier between the outside and the sweet smells, I untie and slip off my shoes, take off my jacket, and run to see my cousins after I briefly say goodbye to my parents, only to spare them from knowing the truth
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I participated in the Great Sunny-D Heist. I stood guard on the stairs while my sister squeezed into the small opening of a crawlspace and funneled out the cartons of juice to my cousin. We thought we got away with our crime until our grandpa heard our devious laughs from the top of the steps. However, being the youngest of the grandchildren that participated, I escaped punishment by blaming my actions on the compulsion of my older cousin and sister. Despite avoiding a punishment, the suffering came in the form of a stomach ache from drinking multiple cups of the orange drink. I learned the impossibilities of getting away with sneaking around the home of my grandparents. My grandparents taught me a more serious lesson to act respectfully Being stupid kids, my cousin and I thought it would be hilarious to write “I hate you, Shelby” 30 times on a sheet of paper and to slide the parchment under the door to my sister. The tears of my sister led to a conversation with my grandma about being nice to other people. Yet, the severity of that conversation did not compare to the talk I got from my grandpa after I accidentally told my mom that I hated her. I only made the comment in an effort to emphasize my argument by expressing how mad I felt and I did not truly mean it. I had never felt as much disappointment towards me until that moment. At that time, I became certain of my wrongs and …show more content…
One question collectively concerned all of us grandchildren. When we asked, “who is your favorite grandchild?” they gave us the generic line: “we love you all equally for your uniqueness”. That inconclusive response never satisfied us. With age, we learned the truth behind that statement. We no longer needed to compete with one another because we all received their love, yet the primal instinct to excel past them remained. Instead of comparing scores on a spelling test, we now work to outdo each other with the highest GPA’s. Rather than observe who could sneak up on the most frogs, we now compare the number of times we visit our grandparents. We no longer attempt to color the most vivid crayon pictures, alternatively we now surprise our grandparents with the best gifts at Christmas. Even as an 18 year old, I attempt to impress my cousins, sister, and grandparents with my accomplishments. When I play water polo, I want to astonish them, and the first time I made a goal in the sport my grandparents sat in the stands. From the water, I could feel the pride that came from the giant smiles on their faces. I made sure to tell my cousins and sister about the event, just as they do when they successfully do something in their respective sports. The only difference between now and then is that now we know better than to ask who my grandparents like best. Each one of us has failed to stay in the good graces of our
I participated in the Great Sunny-D Heist. I stood guard on the stairs while my sister squeezed into the small opening of a crawlspace and funneled out the cartons of juice to my cousin. We thought we got away with our crime until our grandpa heard our devious laughs from the top of the steps. However, being the youngest of the grandchildren that participated, I escaped punishment by blaming my actions on the compulsion of my older cousin and sister. Despite avoiding a punishment, the suffering came in the form of a stomach ache from drinking multiple cups of the orange drink. I learned the impossibilities of getting away with sneaking around the home of my grandparents. My grandparents taught me a more serious lesson to act respectfully Being stupid kids, my cousin and I thought it would be hilarious to write “I hate you, Shelby” 30 times on a sheet of paper and to slide the parchment under the door to my sister. The tears of my sister led to a conversation with my grandma about being nice to other people. Yet, the severity of that conversation did not compare to the talk I got from my grandpa after I accidentally told my mom that I hated her. I only made the comment in an effort to emphasize my argument by expressing how mad I felt and I did not truly mean it. I had never felt as much disappointment towards me until that moment. At that time, I became certain of my wrongs and …show more content…
One question collectively concerned all of us grandchildren. When we asked, “who is your favorite grandchild?” they gave us the generic line: “we love you all equally for your uniqueness”. That inconclusive response never satisfied us. With age, we learned the truth behind that statement. We no longer needed to compete with one another because we all received their love, yet the primal instinct to excel past them remained. Instead of comparing scores on a spelling test, we now work to outdo each other with the highest GPA’s. Rather than observe who could sneak up on the most frogs, we now compare the number of times we visit our grandparents. We no longer attempt to color the most vivid crayon pictures, alternatively we now surprise our grandparents with the best gifts at Christmas. Even as an 18 year old, I attempt to impress my cousins, sister, and grandparents with my accomplishments. When I play water polo, I want to astonish them, and the first time I made a goal in the sport my grandparents sat in the stands. From the water, I could feel the pride that came from the giant smiles on their faces. I made sure to tell my cousins and sister about the event, just as they do when they successfully do something in their respective sports. The only difference between now and then is that now we know better than to ask who my grandparents like best. Each one of us has failed to stay in the good graces of our