In An Otherwise Troubled Childhood There Is A Bright Star In My Memory
My Grandparents Taught Me About Normal
My Grandfather Was My Hero
A good memory from my childhood leads to my grandparents. Specifically my grandfather,because my parents where a train wreck and should be a made for TV show. Probably lifetime except it would be too graphic. Remembering so many small events with them that I am certain they are a big reason that I did not end up another child from a bad home. You know the ones living on the street not knowing where they will sleep each night. My memories are filled with reasons that should have been my life.
My Grandfather Built Things With His Hands
Not exactly sure how old I was at the time. I’m going to guess between 6 and 8 years old. It was a long time ago before power wheels where common. The power wheels that are large enough for small children to ride around the driveway in. I always wanted to do everything my grandfather did. Looking back at my childhood he was my hero, shining bright spot. One of his many skills that I was in awe of, was his ability to build things. He made so many things that amazed me. One was a life size wooden statue of a cowboy. A video game based on the old game show with the whammies. The board really lit up and spun through the options.
I Hope To Never Lose The Memory Of My Grandfather
If my memory serves me I wanted to play in the real car and push buttons. I’m sure in all ways I was being a nuisance. I was by the way very spoiled by my grandparents. So my grandfather’s solution to this particular problem was to build me my own car. And he spared no effort in his creation. It was designed after a model T car and was completely made of wood except the engine. The engine was in no way safe for children’s use. At least in regards to today’s standard. This thing had pick up. I was in love with his creation and would drive all over the neighborhood. Of course there where some exciting incidents like when I some how got the excelerator stuck on go, and it was so fast. Of course I was on my grandparents Street which was next to a very busy main road. I remember my grandfather running after me shouting instructions on how to kill the engine by pulling a lever that was located right behind me. Spoiler alert I didn’t end up in the main Street. I managed to switch the engine off just in time. I was however only able to ride it in open areas my grandfather would have to haul this large toy to. I remember being devasted when my grandfather decided I was too old for it. He dismantled it and then took the engine and built me a moped. I loved the moped and had many adventures on it also but it was never like my car. My grandfather made me many things throughout my childhood. He was my shining star hero.
Theory That One Caring Adult Can Change The Direction Of A Child’s Life.
The Power of One Caring Adult Statistically, I am supposed to be dead, in jail, or homeless. At 14, I’d been kicked out of so many foster homes that it became a game to me. I acted out because I didn’t trust anyone, and I didn’t expect that to change any time soon.