Importance Of My Great Grandma Hood

When you are young you make mistakes and do dumb things. That is very well known. We all learn life lessons whether it be not to lie or about responsibility but the point being, we all learn some sort of lessons. My Mother, Grandma, little sister and I went to go visit my Great Grandma Hood often. We went more and more lately because she was getting older and forgetting things. Not anything too big like family but just simple yet dramatic things like the stove and oven on. I would always love going over to her house because her back yard was filled with lots of green grass and hanging flowers. And on the side you could open a small fence and enter a bright and narrow garden. Karalena, my little sister, and I would always go in there to scare
She always seemed to have these puzzles around to do that you could slowly fit together piece by piece while she would do her word-search and watch. It was a big wide house, not easy to get lost in but quit a few hiding spots throughout it. We would often play hide and seek in it and get yelled at by Grandma Hood for some reason in which I never understood. It was the spring of 2009 I was six years old and my Great Grandma Hood was 74. It was just like any other day, sunny outside with some clouds and a cool wind which was normal around this time of year. As we usually did my Mom, sister, Grandma and I went to visit my Great Grandma Hood. She had just recently got this huge cage it was like a building compared to how small I was. To me it was the strangest thing, there were all these houses inside with hanging yellow things that almost looked like oats. There were these little water bowls that looked like they could be for some sort of small dog. Then I see it, this giant bird comes out of one of the houses from hiding. At first this giant squawking thing scared me but the more I looked at it the more it saw past its size. I tried to think that
Then I also saw its beauty the bright green feathers, a giant white chest, and a few hints of blue here and there. With that in mind I said to it, “ Your a pretty bird.” I just sat there talking to it and then I was back in a mode of fear when it said to me, “Pretty bird.” Birds do not usually talk back, unless it is a parrot. The next thing I know I am walking up to my grandma and ask, “Is that a parrot,” to my relief she says that it is and tells me his name is Freckles. From that I go to my sister and explain to her that we can teach the bird different things to say and at one point it will repeat. Karalena and I talking to the Freckles for about 5 minutes straight and we catch on to the saying, “Polly want a cracker?” but as being the children we are we said to it instead, “Freckles want a cracker?” To us this was the most creative thing ever and we were extremely smart for thinking of this. Coincidentally the bird would repeat almost every phrase we would say to it, but