Personal Writing: My Grandfather
Beginning of paper
For as long as I can remember, my grandfather has always been there
for me. He was holding my hand when I took my first step. I can imagine
how it must have looked, my tiny hand invisible in his large grasp, for
the first time. As years begin to pass by, I decided that I wanted to
play softball ....
Middle of paper
.... to
do anything. Such as hold a rifle so steadily that he never missed a
target. I have also read newspaper articles, about the hands that were so
great they led the baseball team in an undefeated season. Grandfather’s
hands pitched fourteen “no-hitters” in a role. When I hear all the
wonderful things about them, I have to believe them, because all I
remember are crooked, old tree trunks. I’ve always wanted to see his
hands when they actually looked like hands.
In ten months, ....
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Word count: 334
Page count: 2 (approximately 250 words per page)
