Kristen's+LA+memoir+essay

Grandmas house

My grandmas house was the white one with black shutters. It was the one with the giant christmas tree in front. It had a flat drive way and 2 doors. It might have looked small. But to me it was like a castle. With secert doors every where and closets fulled with shoes and dresses. Everyday was a new surpise waiting to be discovered.

Summer was always my favorite time of year. Though everyday my dad would wake me up at 6:30 to get ready. I would slowly get ready and bursh my teeath. We would have to leave by at least 7 but by the time we pulled out of the drive way it was around 7:15. I would sit in the car listing to my moms music.closing my eyes to the beat, basiclly falling back to sleep. finally we would get there. it was always a pretty quick if we took the highway.

My brothers and I would get out of the car. I would unbulck Micheal who was 5, at the time and help him out of the car. My mom would tell us to hurry up and we would. The door would be opened just a crack. that ment she was waiting for us. We all rushed in entered waiting room. It smelt like fruit that was about to go bad. We would wipe our shoes on the carpets. If you look srtait you would see all these caots probably about 50. some umbrellas too. I have never seen anyone use them before. almost has if they were there for decoration. if you look to your left you would see a chair and a table with tons of fruit on it. Thats why it smelt like fruit. Then to your right was a door. And behind that door was the Queen, my grandma. My mom opened the door.

Grandma was sitting on the coach. She would get up at and kiss Micheal first. squeezing his little body. Then Richie my other brother, who was 8 at the time, would get a hugg next. Then granndma would hugg me. I smelt her perfume and I could see her bright colored lip stick. Mom would say hi to grandma and then she would give all of us a hugg goodbye. We would sit on the coach. Richie would whisper to grandma that we wanted eggs. Me and Micheal would giggle. grandma made the best eggs, not even daddy could make them as good as grandma. + \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\