The 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