Young Writers Society

Hai guys. We all love our grandparents, right? They are the ones who we would go to if our parents were angry at us And sometimes, we share moments with them that we will never forget. What are some of those memories? I know I have a few...



xD I can't wait to hear all the stories.

My grandpa telling me to write my name with a ketchup squeeze bottle on a plate of French fries.

I remember my grandpa threatening to squish everyone at christmas with his gut. All of us kids immediately stepped away from him.

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I would do the same thing.

Dancing around my grandparents living room with my brother, sister and Grandpa to Elvis. He loved music. It always got him on his feet.

Making a house out of sofa foam cushions (or the walls of the house, at least), sitting in the middle of the mess with my grandmother, hoisting a rainbow-coloured umbrella over our heads and yelling, 'The rain POURS! Do not DIVE!' All of this, and emptying her jar of tea biscuits because I was a monstrous hungry child.

Also, I then proceeded to making mountains out of said survivalist cushions and pretended I was Kim Possible. I remember my grandmother telling my mother 'what an ... active child she is'.

I was at my Poppy's (grandfather's) farm and he lays his hand on the table, palm up with his fingers sticking up in the air, and he asks me, "Do you know what this is?"
And I go, "That's your hand"
Darn old people, always forgetting things

Pompadour wrote:Making a house out of sofa foam cushions (or the walls of the house, at least), sitting in the middle of the mess with my grandmother, hoisting a rainbow-coloured umbrella over our heads and yelling, 'The rain POURS! Do not DIVE!' All of this, and emptying her jar of tea biscuits because I was a monstrous hungry child.

Also, I then proceeded to making mountains out of said survivalist cushions and pretended I was Kim Possible. I remember my grandmother telling my mother 'what an ... active child she is'.

O. My. God. YAAAAAAS! #canrelate

Pan wrote:Darn old people, always forgetting things

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My best memory of my grandparents would be when my grandpa was over at the house a year ago or so. My little brother was pinching his arm, and he leans over and tells him: "Leave me alone, kid, or I'll tear your head off and throw it in the garbage."

I think I laughed for hours afterwards. xDDD

My best memory was planting tomato plants along the edge of the white rickety fence with my grandma. And then getting all dirty, but for the first time ever enjoying gardening. c:

...My grandma yells at people on the phone in Thai and then when they have no clue what she's saying, she mumbles, "Stupid Americans."

There's a picture of my Grandpa in the swimming pool with suspenders on his swim trunks. It seems logical, but I always smile when I see it. c:
My grandpa had a lot of quirks. He sang a lot of funny, interesting songs, he played the organ, he grew like, a personal orchard in Arizona of all places. He designed he house my mom grew up in and my aunt and grandma still live in, which included a bomb shelter since he built it like, during the cold war. He painted a lot of beautiful pictures, and was a dentist. He loved to go camping and he told really funny jokes. These are my favorite memories of my Grandpa, who was the first grandparent I actually met who died.