My Safe Place Essay

Ever have that one place you would feel safe no matter what? That one place you would run too when you’re scared, sad, freaking out from anxiety, and any other feelings that you had. Well my safe place was surprisingly a school. In this paper I will be writing about the building in this picture.

When I was younger, I lived down the street from my grandma and grandpa. I would go to their house all the time. Whenever I went to their house, I would watch TV or movies, eat junk food, and if the weather was nice I would go outside and play in the hose water. But my all time favorite thing about going to their house was when they would swing me back and forth in a blanket. I would lay on the blanket and they would each grab an end. I’m guessing it might have looked like a hammock, I wouldn’t know though, since I was in the blanket. They swung the blanket back and forth. The best part, was when they swung the blanket onto the couch, it was like I was flying, even though it was only for half a second.

My great-grandmother was raised by her mom, dad, and other relatives. She, and many cousins, were raised up as brother and sister in a close-knit family. Harriett Marshall, my great-grandmother, was born in Saltillo, Tennessee on January 7, 1931. She has lived through many trying times. It is a blessing to live through so many events that changed the nation, even the world. She has lived through the following events and many more: The Great Depression, World War II, the historic signing of Jackie Robinson, Brown v. Board of Education, the Civil Rights movement and many more.

Grandma. I had the best grandma who was there for me like nobody but my sister who was also close to her. I remember Grandma lana coming over just because she wanted to see me and sissies smiles. I loved Grandma Lana. But then grandma was taken out of me, Chelsea and morgan's lives for some reason i'll never understand. Just 13 years later Mama missed Grandma so much she just had to go see her. I remember that day like it's the back of my hand… Mama, Chelsea, Me, and Morgyn, and baby puppy Cami, we go pick up grandma in the big ol truck. We head straight for the Missouri river to walk the sidewalks and let us kids play. Grandma was so happy to see us she couldn’t stop smiling but… just then she sits mama down and tells her “Vanessa,

Yesterday, while in her care the beloved cat, Doodle Dee, had disappeared. For this reason, 14 years old, Olivia was petrified to see her Grandma and to announce the news. Grandma had a temper and today her grandmother, Sharon has completed a10 days stay at The Gatlin Manor Asylum following the lost her alcoholic husband Frank, a little more that 2 weeks earlier, she has been so physically and mentally drained by taking care of Franky's frail mind and body for the past 3 years that just one day after the funeral, she swallowed a dozen of her sleeping pills; life did not mean anything to her. However, thank God her visiting friend found her and did call 911.

My eyes were red and puffy while a broken hearted feeling settled in my body. I was only in Kindergarten, however, it was one of the uttermost grueling things I had to live with at the time. Nobody should have to bother with losing such a marvelous women, like their Great grandmother. At the time I did not understand what was happening, yet now that I am older I know the feeling preferably because of how many times I had to cope with the death of a loved one.

There she is. Commanding the attention of all eyes as they enter the room. She is sturdy and she is practical. She is there for a purpose and does her job. She works the night shift and occasional days. She comforts the sick and tiered. She is full of admirable qualities. She possess the curves any woman would envy. She is a mixture of light and dark coloring. She is an antique. She is as sturdy and weathered as an old oak tree in the forest. She is polished but does not shine, and is scarred with the use of years. She has been with my great-grandmother for years. I am not sure when she first arrived because she has been with great-grandma my entire life. According to my Uncle she has been there for more than fifty years. She has remained steadfast through the years and different relationships have come and gone. She remains a family heirloom. She remains family.

I woke up in a great mood on this sunny August day because I knew I got to spend time with my grandma. Although many people would dread the fact that they have to waste a summer day with their grandparents, I generally enjoyed spending time with her. When I got to her house we spent majority of the day talking and enjoying each other’s company. Then with something as harmless as a phone call, the whole day changed. When the phone rang, I was oblivious to the signs of worry imprinted on her face, I sat there thinking nothing was wrong. Hearing the tone of her voice change when she picked up the phone, I could tell that this call was serious. When she got off the phone she told me to get in her car because we needed to go to my great grandma’s house. Still not knowing what

I often get asked who is the person I admire and look up to the most, the person whom I look up to and always will is my abuela (grandmother), Margarita Romero Herrera. My grandmother is one of the most influential, generous, caring person I have in my life and I am blessed to have an idol like her growing up. By far one of my favorite memory with her is when I was younger, like around 2 years old, on rainy days we would lay down on the living room floor watching The Wizard of Oz while waiting for my parents to get home from work.

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

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She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite

Every summer My family and I drive up to my Grandparents house in Harwich, Cape Cod. Driving over the Bourne bridge brings back so many memories every time we pass over it. The countless beach days, relaxing in the lazy river, and spending time with family. My grandma always greets us with a loving smile. She runs over to the car and immediately starts to talk and attempts to kiss us. My grandma’s face always lights up when she sees our family, especially my dog Penny. My grandma Anita, has always been around dogs. She has had three in her lifetime and seeing our dog makes her remember the good times she shared. My grandma is prepared to give my dog multiple treats the second she jumps out of the car. She reached in her pocket and grabbed a handful of dog treats and dropped them on the grass. Penny’s tail wags the second she smells the treats. We grabbed our bags from the car and walked into the house. The fresh scent of candles made its way into my nose which makes me remember how peaceful Cape Cod is. My Grandma’s excitement radiates as we all walk into the house. The house has not changed one but, it still has the high vaulted ceilings, the granite kitchen, and the enormous back yard. My grandma is so thoughtful she makes a reservation for us to go out to eat at a well respected restaurant. Knowing my grandma and the countless fun I have experienced throughout my life I know we were going to have a good time.

The skill I am teaching my grandma is how to use her new tablet and successfully make a Facebook account for herself and use it.

Every day was a struggle. Every morning, every night. Every second I would ask myself one single question would my grandpa be alright? It all started with our annual trip to California. Every summer, my family and I take a trip to Sacramento to spend time with my grandparents. We always have a good time and I can’t imagine doing anything else during my summer. Eating out, watching movies, and spending quality time with Simran and my grandparents, is overall, without a doubt, my favorite thing to do. I’ve always had a certain connection to my grandpa, or as I used to call him, my nana. I can’t explain why, but my grandpa was the shoulder I would cry on. He was the one person I could rely on to always be there, because he always was. I knew I could count on him.