My Grandpam My Grandma

talking erupts. I turn to my mom in pure bliss. “That was amazing!” I shout over the loud chatter that fills the arena. Her brown eyes sparkles as she watches me jump around in excitement. Suddenly a loud boom goes off, and the ground under me rattles. The color drains my mum’s face as her eyes widened. “What was that?” She asks panicked. I shrug my shoulders as I turn towards the noise. Smoke flies up in the air as a another boom goes off, then screaming. My mum suddenly shouts

Superhero Grandma “You’re my little sticky,” a soft, soothing voice would say to me, warming my heart and filling me with joy. Many people have a special person in their life; often times a father, an uncle, or a close sibling. In my case, this special person is my grandma. More than just a grandma and a special person, however, my grandma is my mentor, role model, and hero. The phrase, “you’re my little sticky,” is just one of the many reasons I cherish my relationship with my grandma. However

My grandma was, and is, my best friend as well as my hero. Ever since I was little my fondest memories have always been about my grandma and the countless hours we’d spend together. We’d do everything from playing card games, to matching socks, to cutting up melons for the whole family to eat on a hot summer day. From an early age I always knew that she was my hero, but I never really thought about what that meant. My grandma was my hero for many reasons. She never, ever let me forget how loved I

In my life so far there has been one person that always supported my decisions; been warm while the world was cold,and loving till I thought there was no love left. My grandma has been a hero in disguise for as long as I can remember. Her creativity Inspires me, and her ability to teach others makes me feel proud to call her my grandma. Since I was little, my grandma would babysit my sister and I almost every weekend, making us food, playing board games, and watching movies. Spending so much time