Personal Narrative: My Grandma

She is more than just a Grandma. She is more than just a woman. She is more than just a person. She is my Granny. My comfort, support, strength. I find comfort in her like being at home. My Granny helped raise me from birth and continues to help me grow. I have learned so many life lessons from her and everyday she teaches me something new. The warmth of my Granny's house makes it so unique. The love in the air makes it warm. The smell of the fresh batch of cookies right out of the oven makes it warm. The smile she has on her face makes it warm. The freshly cooked shrimp scampi (our favorite meal) ready at the table is what makes it extra warm. I remember going to my Granny’s house as a little girl. Everyday was a new adventure for the two of us. We are two peas of the same pod. We would bake and some days make crafts or go out to lunch with the “Grandview Girls” or just make up our plan as we went along. Whatever my Granny was doing, I was attached at the hip. Our favorite thing to bake was mouth watering peanut butter cookies. We mixed everything together, eating half of the batch as we went along, and then at the end she would roll

If Granny were to drive, there would be at least one illegal lane change, music, wipers and air blasting on high, because everyone knows that it will warm up faster if it is blowing so hard it parts your hair, and of course a good chance that we miss our turn at least once. I remember one time she took a trip to Traverse City and forgot where her turn was so she drove through someone's yard in order to get to the house. Now if I were to drive, we would arrive at a reasonable time, with everything under control, and definitely stay out of yards. I like to think that my driving skills will help the both of us live a couple extra years. She is now known as the best