One year ago, my grandfather died.

The last time I talked with him, he and my grandmother had taken me out to eat at iHop. I hadn’t seen either of them in a while, so naturally we discussed what I was doing at school. The two of them bickered about what he should order; he was on a fairly strict diet, and he always liked to pretend that everything was fine, he’d live to be 90 and see his grandchildren’s children. I made a comment about how if he wanted to see me graduate college, he should stick to his diet.

My memory is so hazy of that day. We had grown apart, or at least it felt that way to me. I’d always loved him dearly, and for a long time I thoroughly idolized him. But eventually I started to see him as human, a person with flaws and mistakes like myself. I lived with him from when I was an infant until I was in preschool. Even after we moved out, we still lived in the same town, so my siblings and I would go to our grandparents’ house almost every Saturday, and they’d drop us off back home after church. Over school breaks, they’d bring one or more of us over to their house. Sometimes we played games and watched movies, sometimes we were put to work. Theirs was the first lawn I ever mowed. I helped my grandfather with wiring, painting, installing light fixtures, plumbing, tiling, crawling in the attic and dropping wires, and performing most of the above at the neighborhood pool. I don’t recall him ever calling a professional to help with the house. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was the cost. I suspect it was both. He taught me how to play chess, backgammon, and several card games. I learned how to do yardwork and what was involved in home ownership. He taught me binary, how to set up a wireless network, and how to check a car’s oil and tire pressure. He did not teach me how to make a healthy meal. He liked to microwave hot dogs until the ends burst open, then he’d garnish them with ketchup, mustard, and pickles, and we’d have potato chips as a side. When I decided I wanted to learn to play the piano, I pulled out his old electric keyboard and sat on the floor for an hour or so every weekend learning how to read the keys and some basic songs. For Christmas that year, he bought me piano lessons. I continued taking them for two and a half years, and became fairly proficient. He liked to let me climb up on the roof and remove branches or clean out the leaf-clogged gutters. Sometimes he’d take photos to show to my mother later. She was never very happy with him letting me on the roof. He taught me how to drive in the parking lot of the local expo center. He parked on a slope, put me in the driver’s seat, and we didn’t leave the parking lot until I could get up the hill without stalling the engine. I still drive that car today, and occasionally I can hear him in the passenger seat, bantering. I became much more aware of his mortality after he was hospitalized for a heart attack. It wasn’t his first, but I was too young to understand then. Now, I was old enough to drive myself to the hospital and wonder if he’d be alive when I arrived. I started to hug him and my grandmother every time we parted ways. I didn’t want to regret not showing him affection while he was still around.

After lunch at iHop, he and my grandmother dropped me off at my house. They chatted for a while with my parents before leaving. I don’t remember if I hugged him goodbye.


Last weekend I went skiing with my dad and my boy scout troop on Sugar Mountain. One person in my troop went snow boarding. He got into a fistfight with the mountain. The mountain won. (He broke his wrist and had to go home when we got back to the campsite.) Phillip, Tyler and I took a lesson. By the time the lesson was done, we only had enough time to go down the beginner slopes once before it was lunch. I fell once at the beginning because a snowboarder fell right in front of me and my friends went ahead. Then my dad helped me up and we talked for five minutes or so, then I went zooming down the slope with my dad behind me, trying to tell me to slow down. About halfway down I found Phillip and Tyler; both of them had just fallen. I almost ran over Tyler’s handhold stick or whatever it’s called on the way past them, but I lifted up my ski went over it. Then I continued my rapid ascent to the bottom where I finally stopped and found out that my dad had been chasing after me the whole time. Then he said that it was lunchtime and I should go eat. So I went and looked for everybody else for about fifteen minutes or so, then I found them at one of the picnic tables behind the resort. After lunch I put on my skis and went down the intermediate slope. I got off at the first stop, about halfway to the top, then quickly skied down to the bottom. I was scared-I was going faster than I did on the beginner slopes, and I was once again passing everybody else. when I tried to stop on the slope, I couldn’t. I could stop at the bottom without crashing to stop, but it was still pretty scary. It was fun, though! I went down it a few more times, then once I decided to go the second stop. When I got off, I went speedily down the slope once again- although this time there was one difference. I crashed. I guess I was leaning forward too far, because I went rolling slash sliding down the mountain for about 30 feet. That was probably my favorite part. There was a snowboarder on the side of the path taking a rest, and when I fell, he said,”Dude, that was gnarly!” I fell once later on, but it wasn’t as big as this one. I want to go snowboarding next year!


Today my brother and I helped my grandfather in the yard.We trimmed the big trees and helped him make a ramp so he could park his mower inside the shed.

My Dad is a child abuser!

I was riding along on my bike, happy as can be, when out of nowhere, 4 nerf bullets came flying through the air! I managed to look through the barrage of evil and saw my very own dad attacking me!!!! I flew off my bike, my tender flesh ripping from my body. The pain! The horror! I need an airsoft! I…WANT…REVENNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEE!



easter is fun!the easta’ bunny hid tons of eggs at my house and I found the most!Plus,I learned                                                HOW TO KILL A PERSON  WITH A BANANA                                    _________________________________________________________ 

1.Force him to drop the banana

2.Eat the banana , thus rendering him weaponless

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