Essay on grandparents
Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:53 pm
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their
holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They
used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to
Arizona. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look
like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because
they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all okay now, and do exercises there, but they don't
do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but in it, they all jump
up and down with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.
He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out.
They go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing
every night: Early Birds.
Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones
who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardant
and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I
earn my retardant, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let
people out so they can visit their grandchildren.
holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They
used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to
Arizona. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look
like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because
they don't know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all okay now, and do exercises there, but they don't
do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but in it, they all jump
up and down with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it.
He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out.
They go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing
every night: Early Birds.
Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones
who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardant
and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I
earn my retardant, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let
people out so they can visit their grandchildren.
(out of the mouth of babes)