Personal Narrative: Vignette
Vignette #2
It is my summer at my grandparent's house. They are old, and I am young, having been the second oldest grandchild. To have fun I would make jewelry and tend to my grandma's garden and watch TV, even though that does not seem too exciting, I seek excitement-but it is grandpa's quietness that draws me, and because he does not force meaningless conversations, I relax.
I finish my first piece of jewelry and begin another. He is easy-going, and does not care for change.
I begin to ask grandpa a question, "Would you like anything?" the way I always do.
Grandpa appreciates this, "Anything!?" he says grinning. "All right, I'll have some more sweet tea."
Sometimes we eat together in the kitchen. Grandpa, to my delight, sometimes
It is my summer at my grandparent's house. They are old, and I am young, having been the second oldest grandchild. To have fun I would make jewelry and tend to my grandma's garden and watch TV, even though that does not seem too exciting, I seek excitement-but it is grandpa's quietness that draws me, and because he does not force meaningless conversations, I relax.
I finish my first piece of jewelry and begin another. He is easy-going, and does not care for change.
I begin to ask grandpa a question, "Would you like anything?" the way I always do.
Grandpa appreciates this, "Anything!?" he says grinning. "All right, I'll have some more sweet tea."
Sometimes we eat together in the kitchen. Grandpa, to my delight, sometimes