My Family Tree Essay

I grew up in a small town called Buford. When I was going through school at Buford there weren’t as many students as there are today. Today we are busting out of the school and people are desperate to find houses in the school district. I’ve been told my whole life that my “entire” family has gone through Buford City Schools and lived in Buford since we can remember. On one side of my family tree, they really have all gone to Buford, but on the other side the line of alumni doesn’t go as deep. Ken, my father, is the park and recreational director. He is over cutting and painting the high school football field and is in charge of little league football and basketball. My uncle, Chris, is on a City Commissioner so my families name is a known name in the community, sometimes it’s a good thing and sometimes it’s a bad thing. My parents knew what I had done, good

Every Friday during football season, my dad and his brother take their mother’s, Nana, and their wives seat and place them in the stands at the very top on the fifty-yard line. My Nana has sat in that exact same spot for as long as I can remember and hasn’t missed a game, she’s 82. Another tradition is that my dad and brother go to the same breakfast place every Friday morning to eat. If we aren’t at the beach for the fourth of July, we are on top of the press box at the football field watching fireworks. Another family tradition that is my absolute favorite is Thanksgiving, my family meets at Nana’s house for lunch. After lunch we used to play football outside until all the dad’s got too old but now we all lay around and watch football for a little bit. Then the guys leave to paint the high school football field if we are still in the payoffs. The women stay and look at Black Friday deals. These family traditions might not seem like a big deal to others, but I enjoy those times with my family more than anything in the