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Journal Student Wring Project - I Go Back
Fri, Feb 4th, 2011
Posted in Journal Student Writing Project
Posted in Journal Student Writing Project
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Being a senior this year makes me reminisce my childhood years, and there is only one place that comes to mind, my grandparents' farm. My hot summer days were usually spent with my grandma and grandpa, and if I wasn't with them, I was begging my parents to take me to their house. It was just a white house on a small farm outside of Mabel, Minnesota, with sheep, a horse, and, of course, some cats, but to my cousins and me it was a home away from home. We spent most of our time hanging outside with Grandpa or in the house playing games with Grandma.
All of us grandkids loved Grandpa, because he always made the things that seemed so boring so much fun. My grandpa was a carpenter that was always working on a project. He would always try to involve us grandkids somehow; Most of the time it was painting since we were too young to do the building. One time he actually let my cousin, Matt, and me, build some birdhouses for Grandma. Of course all we did was the assembling but spending the time with Grandpa and having him show us how to do something he loved was probably the best.
Whenever my cousins and I were on the farm, we always had to have a "tractor" ride. We would always be a step ahead of Grandma and have the wagon already hooked up to the lawnmower and ready to take off. Grandma was usually the one that would take us, but we would always want Grandpa because usually he would stop in the middle of the ride and have one of us grandkids come up and drive with him. He would also go fast where grandma wouldn't because she thought it was too dangerous!
My cousins and I also learned that whenever we wanted something we should ask Grandpa because Grandma would always say "no." After rides we would always want ice cream cones so we would ask Grandma. Of course she said "no" because it would ruin our dinner. We would then go ask Grandpa who would be sitting outside watching cars go by. He would always tell us, "Yeah go ahead and while you're in there, grab me one, too." We then would sneak a few ice cream cones and eat them outside with Grandpa, so Grandma wouldn't catch us. If she did, we would have definitely been in trouble.
Matt and I would also like to make "chocolate milk." We usually brought some to Grandpa as he was doing chores. He would say "thanks" but never would drink it, probably because it was mud and water. Instead, he would throw it out and have us help him bottle feed the lambs. I guess we thought that was more fun because we would just forget about the chocolate milk.
Spending most of the day with Grandpa, we would always make sure to spend time with Grandma before going to bed. Usually we would play card games like Goldfish, Crazy Eights, or King's Corners. We also liked playing board games like Pay Day, Chutes and Ladders, and, of course, Candy Land. Grandma won most of the time, but sometimes I think she got sick of winning and would let us win instead! After playing a couple of games, Grandma would then be on us to get to bed. Usually we were out as soon as we hit the pillow, but other times we would stay up. After everyone was in bed, we would sneak around the house and play more games!
Now, these memories are all I have left of my grandpa, and looking back at them, I'm glad I got to spend so much time with him, my grandma, and my cousins because we are all getting older and don't see each other quite as often. So, I just want to say, "Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for all the great memories that you have given me. I will for sure never forget them!"
Dacia Inglett is a student at Mabel-Canton High School. She is one of 10 area students participating in the Journal Writing Project, now in its twelfth year.
All of us grandkids loved Grandpa, because he always made the things that seemed so boring so much fun. My grandpa was a carpenter that was always working on a project. He would always try to involve us grandkids somehow; Most of the time it was painting since we were too young to do the building. One time he actually let my cousin, Matt, and me, build some birdhouses for Grandma. Of course all we did was the assembling but spending the time with Grandpa and having him show us how to do something he loved was probably the best.
Whenever my cousins and I were on the farm, we always had to have a "tractor" ride. We would always be a step ahead of Grandma and have the wagon already hooked up to the lawnmower and ready to take off. Grandma was usually the one that would take us, but we would always want Grandpa because usually he would stop in the middle of the ride and have one of us grandkids come up and drive with him. He would also go fast where grandma wouldn't because she thought it was too dangerous!
My cousins and I also learned that whenever we wanted something we should ask Grandpa because Grandma would always say "no." After rides we would always want ice cream cones so we would ask Grandma. Of course she said "no" because it would ruin our dinner. We would then go ask Grandpa who would be sitting outside watching cars go by. He would always tell us, "Yeah go ahead and while you're in there, grab me one, too." We then would sneak a few ice cream cones and eat them outside with Grandpa, so Grandma wouldn't catch us. If she did, we would have definitely been in trouble.
Matt and I would also like to make "chocolate milk." We usually brought some to Grandpa as he was doing chores. He would say "thanks" but never would drink it, probably because it was mud and water. Instead, he would throw it out and have us help him bottle feed the lambs. I guess we thought that was more fun because we would just forget about the chocolate milk.
Spending most of the day with Grandpa, we would always make sure to spend time with Grandma before going to bed. Usually we would play card games like Goldfish, Crazy Eights, or King's Corners. We also liked playing board games like Pay Day, Chutes and Ladders, and, of course, Candy Land. Grandma won most of the time, but sometimes I think she got sick of winning and would let us win instead! After playing a couple of games, Grandma would then be on us to get to bed. Usually we were out as soon as we hit the pillow, but other times we would stay up. After everyone was in bed, we would sneak around the house and play more games!
Now, these memories are all I have left of my grandpa, and looking back at them, I'm glad I got to spend so much time with him, my grandma, and my cousins because we are all getting older and don't see each other quite as often. So, I just want to say, "Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for all the great memories that you have given me. I will for sure never forget them!"
Dacia Inglett is a student at Mabel-Canton High School. She is one of 10 area students participating in the Journal Writing Project, now in its twelfth year.










