Descriptive Essay On My Grandmother's House

Along the road, I imagined the dazzling lights of the chandelier, the beautiful arch that led to the kitchen, and the dragon sculpture sitting on the ledge behind the dinner table. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the stopping screech of tires and the announcement that we had arrived at our destination. I hastily pushed the car door and started running to the front porch. Without pushing the doorbell, my cousin opened the door with a “swoosh” and grabbed my hand to pull me inside. It was Thanksgiving, and my family was celebrating it at my aunt’s house. Like most little kids, my cousin and I were ecstatic and ran around the house. When dinner was prepared, everybody gathered around the kitchen table. For our Thanksgiving dinner, we had turkey with mash potatoes, a heavenly combination. After dinner, I was extremely full and only wanted to rest, but my cousin wanted to play. She wanted to play with the hula hoops that she had in her room, but our parents told us that it wasn’t good to jump around after we just ate, and it would be better if we played with something more relaxing. So instead, we agreed that we would play with the Wii that was in her basement.

We ran downstairs, eager to play. When we made it down, I stopped and examined my surroundings. The basement was quaint and had a pool table, bathroom, hula hoops, fitness equipment, and a Wii. My cousin had already settled down on the couch in front of the T.V and began shuffling through the games. I quickly