narrative essay

My Happy Place Life can be a very scary subject especially when you are just a teenager in high school, are in all AP classes, up to your neck in homework, have extracurricular activities, and try to manage a social life. Although life does throw people and places at you that can help you relieve this stress and be in ultimate bliss. For me that place is my Grandma Lesvia’s house back in my home town of Eagle Pass. When I was little, my parents were always fighting every other day, so I would feel depressed most of the time because I felt like it was my fault. That all changed though right when I stepped past the tall dark green door of my grandma’s front door because it was there that I felt truly at home. Since we lived like two houses down for her it was very easy for me to go there every day and spend time with my little cousins doing whatever we wanted. We were always thinking of new games to play with each other but our favorite was definitely hide and go seek. In fact one day we went out on the front lawn and used the hose as a swing that we hung from the oak tree she had. Every day I was there it was special but there was one day that stood above the rest, Saturday. Ever since I could comprehend what was going on in the world, I remember that every Saturday, no matter what, we would have our family breakfast. It was the one day of the week, that everyone in our family looked forward to because my grandma would not only make a great breakfast consisting of homemade beans, that were to die for, and papas con huevo or eggs with potato, so simple yet it bursted with flavor. In fact it was because of her that I actually gained interest in cooking which is one of the methods that helps me release stress from everyday life.