Brave Girl Research Paper

When school was out, and my mother being a single parent had to work days she would drop me off to stay at my grandma’s house. I would spend many of my free days having adventures in her flourishing gardens. Time well spent, trapping insects, collecting plants for “potions”, and acting as her trusty weed pulling assistant. I didn’t mind getting dirty and I loved the sunshine. She showed me how to properly transfer a potted petunia to the ground, making sure to dig deep enough to give the roots enough space to stretch and grow. The blackberry bush was off-limits to me and my sisters, for those were her specialty. I would try to sneak the lighter unripe berries relishing the tart flavor. If she caught me in the act she would remind me to be
In the early morning I would go fishing with my older sister Megan, her being a little squeamish I had to bait all of her hooks and help throw back her fish. However, in all of our family photos she was portrayed as some kind of brave fisherwoman holding her catch triumphantly. In the evenings my grandma would rally us all to go on a “lazy river ride” we would attach every floating object to the motorboat and float down the lake while my grandpa acted as Captain. I’m positive it looked ridiculous to the neighbors. I remember sitting and expecting more excitement, fidgeting with the lack of speed that I was accustomed to when normally tied to the back of a boat. My grandmother looked at me and reminded me that it was important to “slow down, just relax and to live each
Popcorn would be popped, and your beverage of choice would be poured, I was pretty fond Big K soda at that age, while my aunt and grandma got out the blender for whatever it was they were making. The Dorsey Brothers and other big band style music would be trumpeting in the background as two decks of cards were dealt with the grace and speed of a seasoned gambler. The game we played most often was one of my favorites, not only because you got to trick your opponents but because at the age of eight that was the only time I could get away with yelling “Bullshit!” Yes, the game was called Bullshit, a game of deception, suspicion, and profanity. The idea is to take turns laying down cards in numerical order, but because you have to lay them facedown, you can try to sneak cards into the pile…that is if you can keep a straight face. If someone suspected foul play they would yell the keyword, or as my grandma would dignify herself by using “B.S.” The first one without any cards in their hands wins the