My Toy Essay

When you ask a child to choose between a reading a book and playing with a toy, which object would be chosen the most? While growing up, I was raised by my grandparents, because my parents worked in the fields out of town most of the time growing up. I didn’t have as many toys as other children, but I sure did make the most of what possessions I did have. My grandmother had different values and raised me to live for the important things in life, rather than just toys that come and go. My grandmother believed that reading and writing should be an adventure in itself. My Grandmother, who I called Inang, always preached on how important reading was to all her grandchildren. Even though she didn’t finish school, because of an unfortunate
How lucky we were to live here and all the education they provided us for free. She would say, “When I was attending school in the Philippines, I only had 5 pesos, and that was enough for 2 sheets of paper and a pencil.” Then she would continue, “We used to walk miles to go to school barefoot because we only had one pair and we didn’t want to wear them out so fast.” The struggle was extreme and that lifestyle was not for her family. Inang always said, “Reading makes you really smart, and you need it everywhere!” Education was one of the top priorities on Inang’s list, so what would be more exciting than getting your first library card?
I was so excited I wanted to skip breakfast and skip my way to the library. Of course my grandma never failed to mention to us that every meal was important, especially breakfast. I swallowed my toast, eggs, and bacon, I can’t even remember chewing. Drank the fresh squeezed orange juice from my grandpa’s backyard, and got myself dressed. It was a hot summer morning, so, while my grandma finished getting ready my cousin’s and I grabbed our little umbrella’s to carry around for shade and played outside in our grandpa’s front lawn where it was full of beautiful bushy roses. Out comes my grandma with her pink bell bottom pants and her flower printed button up short the same color as her pants, she yelled, “OK, let’s go! Does anyone have to pee