More Often times I look at life with an open heart, leaving out all of the sad times and unforgettable pain. Without bad times, the good times wouldnât seem so wonderful. The summer of 2012 was the moment my life changed forever. My grandfather (we call him Pop pop) was 76 years old and the most loving person anyone could meet. He came to America off a boat from Italy when he was twenty years old and has lived in Ambler, Pennsylvania since then. In the summer my cousins and I spent our days swimming in my grandparentâs pool. July 20th, 2012 was one of the warmest days all summer long.
We were laying out back tanning and my cousin Dana said, âLetâs see if there is an ice cream place nearby that we can all walk to!â
âThatâs a great idea!â my other âŠshow more contentâŠ
âHe was trying to do something nice for us,â I said rudely. My pop pop found the ice cream shop and we all lined up in front of the menu to find something that looked appealing to our taste buds. After everyone was satisfied and got their ice cream, we left for home again. Shortly after we got home, our parents arrived to pick us up.
I said goodbye to Pop pop and explained the story to my dad on the car ride home, but he only said, âIâm sure heâs just tired, you kids wear people out.â Later in the summer my brother, Nick and cousin, Jake were going golfing with our pop pop. He always insists on driving because thatâs the gentlemen thing to do. Jake was sixteen and just got his license. He was watching my pop popâs driving techniques, when he realized they werenât headed in the direction of the golf course. Suddenly, Pop pop turned down a one way street, going the wrong direction.
From the backseat Nick hollered, âPop pop stop, stop, turn around youâre going to get in trouble!â
âOh shush, weâll be fine,â Pop pop said, âI know how to get us there.â
âYou are going down a one way street the wrong way! Turn around before someone hits us!â Nick
