Swing Essay, Research Paper

Every summer i go to my grandpa’s house it was when i was six years old that we

first took the walk across the old bridge that bridge was a special bridge i had

always known the river was there, but not like this it was a nice walk to the

river with grandpa that river was a special river i could tell by the look in

his eyes that today was a special day grandpa pointed to an old tree that wasn’t

far from the bridge it was a special tree at first it was scary, but the more i

looked at it, the more wisdom it seemed to hold (just like grandpa) grandpa

showed me an old swing and set me on it he told me about all the hard work he

had done to make it and it made me feel proud to sit on it it was on that same

swing that grandpa asked grandma to marry him this swing was a special swing he

talked and i listened- it was the first time i had really listened to what

grandpa had to say we spent the whole afternoon down by the swing grandpa told

me that that was where daddy had broken his arm this swing meant a lot to

grandpa and i love him.