Personal Narrative Essay About Grandpa

Thinking back ten plus years to key memories is not easy, but when I was digging in the crevices of my mind, one person kept popping up, my grandpa. He was about 5’5 with gray hair and wore the same thing everyday, blue jeans and a polo. He always loved to have fun in the most immature ways. Every saturday morning he would pick us up in his black buick, that was filled with empty coffee cups, at eight and take us out for breakfast at the Mcdonald’s on Golf road. The routine trips were always filled with hilarious shenanigans that I will never forget. Missing breakfast with grandpa was like missing your favorite tv show. One time we got our steaming hot pancakes, fluffy eggs, and orange juice and sat down, but we forgot our straws so he gets

His face was turning red like a cherry as he calls us delinquents and juveniles and I’ve never had more fun shooting straws. The whole car ride home was filled with laughter and impressions of the man’s unnecessary outburst. The next month was even better as we took as many packages of butter as we could hold. We pulled off the plastic film on top of the butter and tried to get as many of them as we could on a person’s back. He still holds the record of nine. The employees hated us. When a manager would threaten to kick us out he would call them ageist or say he was from corporate. He sounds like a grandpa who never grew up, but he was stubborn. Sometimes he was the one to make a big scene in a restaurant. Our family tried to go out for a big family meal and everything was going well until his food came out cold. Like any other person he sent it back saying it was unsatisfactory, but things took a turn for the worst when the manager came over and went on his knees asking what he could do. Grandpa rejected all the offers the manager gave him like a free meal with dessert. I felt like there were a million eyes on our table that