A Story Worth Telling

Think about a family story you have that is worth telling. It can be one you witnessed or experienced, or it may be a story that has been passed down. Write about this story in your journal.

During this passed Christmas break I stayed with my biological grandmother. I was with her for a week, and we did a lot of fun things. We went shopping, we baked cookies, cooked dinners, saw family, and we even put together a table. None of that was as memorable as Christmas Eve, though. Unlike most families, my grandmother and I decided to go ahead and open presents on Christmas Eve so that we would have more time to spend playing with out new material items together. I'd bought her socks, a novelty item that was shaped as a cross-- beautifully painted and with a scripture from the Bible on it (My grandmother is a very religious woman, unlike me.), a Christmas ornament with a "G" on it for "Gammy," because that's what I call her, and I bought her some groceries for her house. So, after she opened her presents, I opened mine. She'd purchased me a book all about sewing, a sewing basket, a beginners sewing kit, perfumes, Cookie Monster PJs and robe, and to my knowledge at that time, that was all I was getting. Which was more than she needed to get me, but I've learned to just accept gifts to a certain degree. It was a special occasion, after all. Well, we'd ordered pizza, and the pizza was getting cold, so I offered to set up our dinner. I went upstairs to wash my hands in the bathroom sink, and came back down and walked straight to the kitchen to prepare out lunches. When I got back into the living room, I placed the pizza on the floor, and I went to set our drinks down on a box by the tree. Now, I'm naturally a very observant person when it comes to my surroundings, but somehow I'd overlooked this. My grandmother snuck the box out of her closet and under the tree while I was in the bathroom. She came down the stairs with a big grin on her face, and when I actually looked to see what it was, it was a sewing machine. Needless to say, I was shocked, but I loved it. I made a stuffed dog for my foster mother the next day-- it turned out absolutely perfect! My foster mother loved the dog and my grandmother and I had a great week.

Hello, everyone.

This blog will be used for my creative writing class and then after it's over, I plan to keep it running. Hope everyone enjoys. :-)

Sylvanna