Personal Narrative: My Grandpa's Cabin

My grandpa, grandma and I made it to the cabin and ran out of the car, I got to the door a while before them. My grandma finally arrived at the door and unlocked it,I was so excited that, at first I didn't know what to do. Then I ran inside and glanced around, in 30 seconds I had surveyed the entire cabin, it turned out to be a little cabin, although still pretty cool. Large enough for the necessities and for a little leg room, very nicely sized. I went outside and took it all in, weeds, weeds, and, oh look, weeds over there too. I ran back inside and asked my grandma if I could head down to the lake now. "We'll in a little bit, let's unpack first, okay?" She offered. "Okay," I mumbled. My grandma and I never made it to the lake that night. …show more content…
My grandma and I left a note for my grandpa and walked down to the lake amidst the morning dew. It was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, my grandma and I lingered for a while, later headed back up to the cabin. Once my grandma and I were back at the cabin, my grandma began, almost out of breath, "I'm not sure" -breath- "if your grandpa will be able to make that climb," "You don't think so?" I counterquestioned. "Back in Illinois, maybe, but at this altitude..." She tried to catch her breath and shook her head. "Even though you're not out of breath..." "It's not that steep," I responded as I stressed the word 'that'. "Don't forget the rocks or the altitude, or the slipperiness, or the lengthiness, or all the other stuff up here" she asked seriously, afterward she