My grandfather is the subject of this essay about childhood memories. My childhood was spent working hard by my parents. My grandpa was the main reason my life revolved around him. Barsegh is my grandpa. He is a hardworking man with a bulky body and brown fluorescent eyes. His grey slick hair is also a highlight. My grandpa immigrated to America at the age of 50 with nothing except his family. He was raised in poverty and worked hard to support his family. He is driven and strong. I admire his perseverance, but I also continue to learn more about how much he loves his family.
My childhood was filled full of wonderful memories. My mom went to work, but I woke up every morning from preschool through elementary. My grandparents house was only a short drive away. The car ride to their house was dark and soothing, which allowed me to get some much-needed extra sleep. After walking up the steps to the front door, I headed toward my room, where I set up the TV. My grandparents were getting their last moments of sleep. We had breakfast, and then the sun came out to wake the neighbors. My grandpa not only dropped me at school, but also picked me back up. It was therapeutic to wait before the gates opened so I could leave school. After picking us up from school after a long day, we went home to eat. My grandpa used to love to take us to the park or bike with us. These two activities were always my favourite as a child and something I looked forward too. Although it may seem small, this was a huge act that meant so much to my childhood and continues to mean so much to me today. My grandpa was always there to make me smile, even when he was tired or busy. His energy and time were devoted to helping me understand the world. My grandpa’s selflessness and devotion became more evident over time. I started to see the painful and bloody moments as well as the joyful parts. My grandpa was driving me to the parks when I was about 8 years old. It was always a favorite activity of ours, as it gave us many memories and created lasting memories. As I walked closer and closer McCambridge, my energy level rose and fell until it was high enough to allow me to run onto McCambridge. I was so pained and in tears that I didn’t even make it ten stairs up to the playground stairs. When I ran up the slide, my shoe hit the steps and my tongue and teeth were sunk into the stairs. The sensation of one side of my tongue hanging free was like no other. During the stress of driving home, my grandpa was all that calmed me down. My grandpa reassured me everything would be fine and made me laugh when he explained how I could have all the icecream I wanted to ease the pain. Although it was scary, I had my grandpa’s support and sincerity. As a child, I was forever influenced by his caring and compassionate energy. Through his unconditional love, I learned that caring for others and helping them was a key to my success. The lessons I learned from my grandpa in childhood still influence me today.
I was an awkward kid in elementary school. There was always another injury. While it might seem like one minor mouth injury should teach kids to be more mindful, I found the opposite. It was the end of 2nd grade, and I was ready to go to art class. When I was a child, my left hand would be on the desk to my left and my right hand would be on the desk on my right. After placing my hand on the desk I would reach up and swing my legs. This desk swing was quite unique. After I had swung my legs back, I lost my grip and my front teeth went straight into the ground. My gums were constantly bleeding and it wouldn’t stop. My gums continued to bleed uncontrollably even after school ended. Waiting outside, my grandpa noticed something was wrong. It never took me so long to get out of school. My teachers were quickly notified by him and he quickly discovered the accident. My school couldn’t get my blood to stop for half an hour. However, my grandpa was able to quickly find a solution. He got out his water bottle and took each one out, picking out the cubes for me. The cold pressure against my gums caused my blood to thaw. The chaos was stopped by grandpa’s quick-thinking. My grandpa was a great mentor throughout my entire life. Every life lesson has been very helpful. Barsegh was a fast thinker and I have taken his quick actions as a trait to my personality. My grandpa will always remind me of things I can use and be resourceful in my lifetime. My grandpa taught us the basics of everyday life. I wouldn’t be half as resourceful or as knowledgeable without his help.
My grandpa’s physical characteristics, such as his brown eyes, rough hands, and unique personality, have been preserved over the years. Barsegh will always be someone I strive and emulate. My grandpa, now 74, still takes hour-long bicycle rides, keeps fit, works in the backyard and house daily, loves his children and is devoted to them. Barsegh has shaped my character over the years. My grandfather came to America as a child with nothing. He did not know any American language. My parents and I are blessed because of his perseverance in the face of hardship. My grandfather’s disposition and work ethic will reflect my vision for the future.
