Personal Narrative: Mamaw's Home

I lived next door to my grandparents for 13 years of my life. When I moved freshman year, I never thought of what I was leaving behind.

My childhood is built into the roots of my Mamaw’s house. From the outside it was not much, it was just a plain white house with a tiny porch, but the house was much more inside. The house was my personal babysitter, equipped with danger and adventure, but most importantly, fun.

It seemed like the days went by faster at Mamaw’s. I will never take for granted these days because in the end you miss them and want to go back.

Sweet Strawberries I just gotten out of school for the summer. The next two months would be filled with the hot sticky southern heat and boredom. My brother, Matthew, was rambunctiously

I went to go scoot the chair to the counter and Sugar hissed at us. Sugar was Mamaw’s big fat cat, that was so mean she would slap us silly if we got too close.

I was braver than Katie, so I slowly crept up to her and she hissed her fury at me. All of a sudden her paw starts slapping me, my life flashed before my eyes as I ran away.

Katie and I continued to play with our Barbie gymnastics when all the family began to arrive.

The whole house was packed, the air was hot, and the scent of new delicious food caught in the air. Joy and happiness filled each other faces with bright smiles and rosy cheeks.

Christmas Eve at Mamaw was the best time of year with the tiny white house filled with family and food. This tradition continued till I moved, but those memories will always be kept close and never taken for granted.

Conclusion

Mamaw’s house has so many memories that I will not take for granted. I never knew how much you lose when you move, but I still keep those memories close to my heart. In my thirteen years of living beside Mamaw and Papaw, never once did it not impact me. All the cuts and bruises, sweet and sour faces, and joyful and blessed moments are in that tiny white house with the small