Memoir Rough Draft

Memoir Rough Draft
The hot sun was beating down on my neck as I was picking weeds in a field.The humidity is so thick you could cut it with a knife. The smell of grass was in the air. My soft hands were getting blistered. My skin had been browned as it was covered in dirt. I hated my parents for making me do this. A man comes over and asks me to make sure that I don’t miss any. This man was my grandfather. My parents had me dropped me off while they were at my sister's softball game. I was stuck working with my grandfather for the day. He had owned two houses right next to each other, each with a large lot that needed to be maintained. There was a lot of weeds to be picked. This scene happened all too often when I was younger. I did not like this at the time and hated my parents for making me do this work. But working with my grandfather taught me character and work ethic. He himself was a hard worker and wanted me to be like him. I did not understand this at the time and just did not want to be there. In the long run I learned a lot of valuable skills from my grandfather and he became one my most influential role models.
My grandfather was born in Caltanissetta, Sicily in 1949. His family lived on a farm and lived a very hard life. In 1960 my grandfather immigrated to America. Neither of his
The meaning of family is too pass traits on through the generations. Although at the time I did not want to work hard and spend time with my grandfather it was worth it because he was passing on his hard working characteristics that he acquired in his life and was passing them on to me. I learned a lot working with my grandfather. At first I would be slacking off and not getting much done but he taught that it makes more sense to get your work done first then relax later. This trait has helped me in school because it showed me not to procrastinate and get assignments done as soon as