Galveston Island: A Personal Narrative Analysis

Growing up my dad and his two sisters were always vocal about how they grew up in a poor household. My grandpa maintained a steady income that was only enough to pay bills and put food on the table. My granny was a stay at home mom that would pick up jobs here and there being a maid. So, there money was very tight and vacationing was out of the question. One day my grandpa decides that he wants to walk on sandy beach barefoot and pick up pretty seashells. So, he packed up his family and drove from Dallas to Galveston with only the rent money in his pocket. And from there the Lacy’s summer vacation to Galveston has been in full effect. I am twenty-two years old and for as long as I can remember, all my summer memories are from Galveston Island.