Thinking back
Short Narrative Essay
Tradition has always been something that my mother and grandmother thought very highly of. Of all the family traditions that families have getting up on Sunday morning having breakfast and being in Sunday school and church on time was a must. We were going to be in Sunday school and church on time even if we didn’t finish eating breakfast and you had better not get in church and say something about being hungry when you had time to eat your breakfast because we got up early on Sunday’s. One particular Sunday really stands out in my mind as I sit down and think about what to write about. I was just a little boy at the young ripe age of 10 years old. You know when you are 10 years old all you want to do is play and run. On the day before me and some of my neighborhood friends had been out playing football with our home made football. We had made plans to continue our little football game the next morning because we were not going to go to church. Take in mind now all of us go to the same church every Sunday morning. When I told my mother I didn’t want to go to church and that I wanted to play with my friends she just looked at me as if I had lost my mind, telling me that I was going to church and she didn’t care what I wanted to do because church was more important. Now for me I had other plans and to make sure I didn’t have to go to church I put my brand new black shiny church shoes in the fire. Yes the fire. I was cold and we had a wood burning fire place right in our living room. I told my mother again I could not go to church because I could not find my shoes, know all the time that they were burning in the fire place. My mother being to woman that she is knew I had done something because he had laid out my church clothes and shoes before she started cooking breakfast. We went all through the house looking for those shoes. I was just smiling to myself because I knew where they were and I
Tradition has always been something that my mother and grandmother thought very highly of. Of all the family traditions that families have getting up on Sunday morning having breakfast and being in Sunday school and church on time was a must. We were going to be in Sunday school and church on time even if we didn’t finish eating breakfast and you had better not get in church and say something about being hungry when you had time to eat your breakfast because we got up early on Sunday’s. One particular Sunday really stands out in my mind as I sit down and think about what to write about. I was just a little boy at the young ripe age of 10 years old. You know when you are 10 years old all you want to do is play and run. On the day before me and some of my neighborhood friends had been out playing football with our home made football. We had made plans to continue our little football game the next morning because we were not going to go to church. Take in mind now all of us go to the same church every Sunday morning. When I told my mother I didn’t want to go to church and that I wanted to play with my friends she just looked at me as if I had lost my mind, telling me that I was going to church and she didn’t care what I wanted to do because church was more important. Now for me I had other plans and to make sure I didn’t have to go to church I put my brand new black shiny church shoes in the fire. Yes the fire. I was cold and we had a wood burning fire place right in our living room. I told my mother again I could not go to church because I could not find my shoes, know all the time that they were burning in the fire place. My mother being to woman that she is knew I had done something because he had laid out my church clothes and shoes before she started cooking breakfast. We went all through the house looking for those shoes. I was just smiling to myself because I knew where they were and I