“Time for a walk!” my mother announced, flicking
off the television. My sister Maddie and I groaned, feeling lazy and
unwilling to go outside. Our tiger tent, warm and comfy, was propped up
in the living room of our grandfather’s house, and we were perfectly
fine staying right where we were.
“But Mommy, why can’t we just play with our tiger tent in here?” I asked
She shook her head disapprovingly. “Because your grandfather would like
to spend time with you, and it’s a beautiful day,” she stated firmly.
We moaned once more before swiping up our little strap-on sneakers and
letting our dad put them on for us. My grandfather, or as we liked to
call him, “Bob-Bob,” was waiting patiently at the door for us, his
benevolent blue eyes twinkling and his snow-shite hair shining. Heart
pumping, adrenaline itching, I met him where he stood.
“Ready to go, girls?” he asked us. More excited, we answered in unison,
We were just about to head out when I decided that I needed my pale blue
plastic shopping cart to push around outside. Sliding it out from the
corner where it once made its home, I contently rolled it over to the
doorway. There was a slight nod from my mom, as if to ask, “Is that
all?” and then we were off.
Maddie and I toddled outside, me pushing my cart and she with a long
stick that she’d already discovered. We had decided that if we had to go
outside, then the driveway was preferable. But our mother had made it
clear that she was set on a walk. With little protest, since it had
previously proven useless, I took the shopping cart in one hand and
Bob-Bob’s large hand in the other and began the trek down the road.
As we walked hand in hand with Bob-Bob, the towering trees formed a
canopy above us, patches of gleaming golden light streaming above us
onto the pavement for what seemed like miles. From my view so close to
the ground, the tree’s long arms waved at me as they swayed and ruffled
in the gentle breeze. Delicate and small, the flowers were now bright
and bold in their colorful hiding places. Surrounding us, I could hear
the creek trickling over the rocks in the nearby forest. The whole world
seemed to be practically glowing with life.
And that glow wasn’t only coming from my surroundings. My grandfather,
tall like the trees, also radiated a warm, caring aura. He squeezed my
doll-like hand in his, only reinforcing my wondrous thoughts of him.
Turning my face to the sky, I was showered in daylight and an
overwhelming feeling of warmth. But maybe that feeling wasn’t only
coming from the sun.
Looking back on it, I can now see why my mother really had wanted us to
walk with him. She, although sometimes harsh, had the right idea in
mind. People like my grandfather come only once in a lifetime, and every
moment should be cherished. I definitely know that moment was cherished