Descriptive Essay On My Grandparents House

When reminiscing about my childhood a home is hard to recall. It seemed common for others to have a place called home. Moving from house to house was not the problem, but the empty feeling. Home to me was my grandparent’s house. I spent nearly all of my childhood there. My grandparents bought the one story house with two bedrooms in the early seventies. From the spacious bedroom, to the kitchen with endless possibilities and the way I spent my time this house defined my character. After adopting my mom my grandparents realized more space was needed. My grandpa built a second story onto the house with the help of my uncles. Deep brown and red bricks cover the bottom half exterior of the house, while caramel colored wood covers the top half. A rustic brick walkway corresponds with the exterior walls. The walkway leads to a chestnut colored door. Through the door is the entryway with mahogany colored wood floors.

The kitchen is my most loved place in the house. I learned numerous skills in my grandma’s kitchen. Skills that supported who I am today and I hadn’t even realized it. I baked and cooked with my grandma every chance I got. During the summer it was difficult to convince her since it was so hot. Learning how to measure out ingredients was generally my job. However, I sometimes would give her the wrong measurement. When I gave her the incorrect measurement I would always apologize. After apologizing so many times my grandma finally said “ Do not apologize, only apologize for things you actually are sorry for.” Fortuitously what she said really encouraged me. In my life there were many things I could have apologized for to make someone else happy. From the lesson my grandma taught me I refuse to apologize for something I don’t feel I should apologize for. My grandma was the one person who taught me to be tough and not to hide my greatness for others to be happy. I owe my confidence to my grandmother and that