A Place I Will Hold Forever In My Heart
There is one place that I always enjoy going to. In rain or shine, on a weekend or weekday it did not matter to me. This is a place where I grew up ever since I was born, or actually I should say it also was my first home. This is a place where all my family would get together for all different types of events like holidays, birthdays, and just any excuse for the family to get together. That place is my grandparents old home, but that place is gone now. The place was sold and now the only thing that is left are memories. My grandparent’s home was located in this little town named San Joaquin. The house was a little white house with a brown trim. This house has been around since my grandparents emigrated from Mexico, and my mother was only thirteen years old. When I say small, I mean the house was really small. This house contains one bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room. The thing that it had was a nice front and back yard but they were also small. In the back yard my grandpa had it filled with different types of plants and crops. He had corn, chilies, tomatoes, and different sorts of things. The back of the house looked like a jungle. And he also had a chicken house and a dog that was solid black named Spike. This is also where my grandparents’ raise their ten kids. When we would visit everybody would sleep in the living room, in the bedroom, or just where you fitted but that never seem to be a problem. At my grandparents home is where we all celebrated all the different events. We celebrated holidays, birthdays, and any time when the family would come down from out of town like Oakland and Corona every body would get together and make different types of foods. They would have tamales, posole, and just basically you can say a lot of Mexican food. I can remember when some one from the family would get baptized how every body would gather up there. At this home being so small all these events were celebrated but...
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