Write an essay on childhood memories of your grandparents. Minimum 500 words. Genuine answers only no copy paste spam.
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Do you ever have a sudden thought of back to when you were a child and remember the little things that bring such fond memories it makes you a little emotional to think about?
Earlier on I was in the kitchen cooking the lasagne and I thought about the fact that the last time we had my mum round for dinner, I was cooking the same dish. It got me thinking that we probably don't have mum round for dinner enough (sorry mum!), and then I started to remember back to my childhood when we would always see our grandparents for either a Sunday roast or a sandwich tea (do you remember those?!).
Nan and Grandad only lived about a twenty minute drive from Mum and Dad's house and before my Nan lost the confidence of cooking a full on Roast, we would be round there all the time. And when we weren't round there, they were at ours. Always on a Sunday. It got me thinking back to things that I remember so fondly.
I remember when they'd arrive. I'd always be looking out for them and get excited seeing their gold VW turning round the corner.
I remember when it was time to leave, Grandad would be sat outside in the same gold VW, revving the engine so loud to try and get it wamed up!
I remember being at their house and Grandad secretly giving me a cube of sugar in the kicthen (it's no wonder I've got such a sweet tooth!).
I remember leaving their house and always falling asleep in the car (or at the very least close my eyes), because we had to drive through the forest in the pitch black and I was terrified something would jump out at us! To be fair…I have never really gotten over that fear!
I remember sleepovers at their house when we'd have an evening ovaltine and then Grandad would have to sleep in the spare room because I was too scared to sleep alone (they had a really creepy old house!).
I remember my Nan doing the hoovering every single morning, It was the first thing on her list!
I remember being out in their garden and absolutely fascinated by the little back gate that they had leading out to the alley. I think I must have thought it led to another world or something!
Then of course there was my Dad's side. I don't really remember my Grandma as I was quite young when she died (I can remember what she looked like but nothing else), but I do remember where they lived and how me and my sister would race to the front door to press the buzzer!
I remember my Grandpa always having toffees in his drawer and him always offering me one and me sneakily taking another!
I remember when the family moved up to Wales and Grandpa moved with them. His house was on this little row whcih i remember vividly, and at the end of the row was a pub in which he was always in when we arrived. Everyone knew us and it was always way more fun than just knocking on his door!
I remember when he became too weary to walk and started using a wheelchair. I reeeeeeeally wanted to push it but I wasn't strong enough. I remember one trip out we had up to a canal (I think this is right!). We now live near a canal and I always think of that time!
I remember a lot more of the time I spent with my Nan and Grandad thatn I do my Grandpa and Grandma, clearly because it was a lot harder to see my Grandpa with him beind a four hour drive away. All of these memories above though are such fond ones and it's been so lovely to sit and write this. I don't have any of my Grandparents left and so all I can do is to watch Zach create what will be his memories of his. It still saddens me that he only has one Grandad himself because that's just not the way it was meant to be. It saddens me too tgat he spent so much time with my own nan but he won't remember her.
But it is so wonderful to watch how excited he gets going to see my mum (which is actually three days a week!), and how excited he gets when he is going to see the other half's parents. Grandparents are wonderful and I hope that one day he can think back to his childhood and remember as many wonderful things as I can.
When I think back to the days when I was a child, I think about all of my wonderful childhood memories. Often I wish to go back, back to that point in life when everything seemed simpler. Sometimes I think about it too much, knowing I cannot return. Yet there is still one place I can count on to take me back to that state of mind, my grandparent’s house and the land I love so much.Their house was old. My grandparents lived in it most of their adult lives. It was white with black trimming, but most of the paint was chipped away. On the back porch was firewood all year long. No matter if it was winter; spring, summer, or fall the wood was always there. Red, yellow, purple flowers grew alongside the house all spring and summer.