Diary of a grandson

Entry 1

5\27\2014

Dear journal,

In all honesty I'm not sure where my memories for my life starts. Maybe it started with when i got scolded by my mother. Her words were that i no longer seemed like her son. She said she did not know me anymore. I was six. And that was the first time my mind tried to understand my own existence.

My mother was a fun person when i was younger. We had dogs and icecream. Overtime there was no more dogs and icecream. There was just a dog. I love that dog he name was perro. Yes it is dog in Spanish. I thought it was a pretty smart name back then. Now i dont know. My teachers say i am smart but i believe they get payed to say that. My parent too say im dumb in many different words. But I'm sure they dont mean it. As they wait with high expectations every report day. They really make me curious. Parents. They will bring you to the lowest of lows and hurt you the most but it was all good for you. I think the reason that it hurts is because we are so close to them. If i was not it would not hurt.

But i am close to my grandma. The words dont hurt. Until she says them for the fiftieth time. She is really good at that. Repeating things that is. She is really good at everything really. My grandma. I always wondered where she came from but i did not need to ask she would always talk about things like that in her moments of ranting.

My grandmother came from a small town in a place that persons only talk about. No one really goes there anymore. Her mom and dad died so she went to live with her aunt. Her aunt had a boyfriend who lived with her. As was back then even though marriage was needed most people from around there didn't really care. She would do the housework,chores,farm work. She never got paid money but food and shelter in which she mostly made the food.

My grandma also went to school. She did not go by those huge yellow school buses either. She walked. She always called it a long walk. That had rocky roads and how she didn't have shoes but she never went into it. Almost as of those times were behind her. But if you thought about it well enough you would notice that she really struggled growing up. Nowadays its a hassle to walk out in the yard without shoes. Imagine pointy rocks scattered as you walked across them and sometimes there was none but then you would feel the floor itself.