Childhood Memories

Childhood Memories Grandpa Warren was the type of person who did not have to yell to make a point; people just stopped and listened. He never needed to discipline because no one was brave enough to disobey him. There was never an uninteresting moment in Fayetteville, Arkansas because Grandpa always had a craft in the making, an exciting escapade planned, or something to plant in the garden. Grandpa could create anything out of wood, beautiful …

…long it took but soon these little purplish-red balls started to grow and I thus proceeded to take my first bite of a delicious wild muscadine grape. Out of all the memories I have of Grandpa Warren I never remember him being mean. He never punished me for anything wrong I happened to do. Grandpa was all together one of the greatest people I have ever known and I miss him with all my heart.