Chocolate Chip Cookie and Grandparents House
The Grandparents House
Karla Dyer
Eng 121: English Composition I
Bradley Troll
The smell of cookies lingered the house, the sound of birds watching squirrels run up and down trees was entertaining to watch growing up. All the funny stories they tell, and just spending time up there, is why my grandparents’ house is my favorite location.
My most favorite place has always been my grandparents’ house. This is the place I would have to go to before and after school or if my mom had to work. I have always loved my grandparents’ house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was always a smell of cookies in the air at all times. It seemed as if all my grandma did while my grandpa worked was bake cookies. Whenever I smell baking, I instantly think of my grandparents’ house. I can remember sitting in a chair with my grandma watching her while she read to me. The house was old. My grandparents lived in this house most of her life. The house was a light brown color with an attached garage. Around the house was a porch I would lie in the huge white chair and wait for my grandpa to come home from golfing. Sometimes, I would fall asleep while listening to the birds chirping, squirrels/chipmunks squeaking and even to a woodpecker pecking on a tree next to me. No matter if it was winter; spring, summer, or fall, there was always something to do at my grandparents’ house or with my grandparents. I can recall in the winter taking long snowmobile rides with my grandpa. Through the woods we would go with my grandpa quizzing me as to where we were. We would build snowmen, and I would help shovel the driveway. My grandparents would take me to the local golf club they were active members at and I would climb this huge hill and would go sledding down it ten times. As my grandma and grandpa watched me and took pictures. I think out of all the seasons winter was the best by far, because I knew I got to ride with my grandpa on his sled. In the summer, I
Karla Dyer
Eng 121: English Composition I
Bradley Troll
The smell of cookies lingered the house, the sound of birds watching squirrels run up and down trees was entertaining to watch growing up. All the funny stories they tell, and just spending time up there, is why my grandparents’ house is my favorite location.
My most favorite place has always been my grandparents’ house. This is the place I would have to go to before and after school or if my mom had to work. I have always loved my grandparents’ house because it made me feel safe and warm. There was always a smell of cookies in the air at all times. It seemed as if all my grandma did while my grandpa worked was bake cookies. Whenever I smell baking, I instantly think of my grandparents’ house. I can remember sitting in a chair with my grandma watching her while she read to me. The house was old. My grandparents lived in this house most of her life. The house was a light brown color with an attached garage. Around the house was a porch I would lie in the huge white chair and wait for my grandpa to come home from golfing. Sometimes, I would fall asleep while listening to the birds chirping, squirrels/chipmunks squeaking and even to a woodpecker pecking on a tree next to me. No matter if it was winter; spring, summer, or fall, there was always something to do at my grandparents’ house or with my grandparents. I can recall in the winter taking long snowmobile rides with my grandpa. Through the woods we would go with my grandpa quizzing me as to where we were. We would build snowmen, and I would help shovel the driveway. My grandparents would take me to the local golf club they were active members at and I would climb this huge hill and would go sledding down it ten times. As my grandma and grandpa watched me and took pictures. I think out of all the seasons winter was the best by far, because I knew I got to ride with my grandpa on his sled. In the summer, I