The Little House on Brookwood Street
Savannah Sandoval
It was October 27th, 2004, and I came into this wonderful world. My mother and I stayed in the hospital for four days, racking up medical bills like crazy. At the time my family’s new house was being built in Tijeras. Our temporary home was my grandparent’s house on Brookwood Street. I grew up with my grandparents right next to me every day at their house. They got to see me grow up and I got to see them grow old. Celebrating birthdays with me, teaching me how to walk and talk, teaching me my manners, and getting loved every day. They taught me all these life skills in the little house on Brookwood Street. In the little family room, I used to walk all around the little circle room, getting my steps in.
The little house on Brookwood Street made me feel like I was on top of the world. I was surrounded by people that I loved, and they loved me. After my family moved out of the little house and into our own, I still felt as if that house was still my home. I stayed at that house all the time on the weekends. I have some of the best memories, and the best food, that I will never forget at that house. After I started to get older, I began to learn how to bake with my grandma. In this house, I learned that my grandma is the best baker ever. I learned how to make homemade apple pie which is my favorite and lemon bars. Everything that we ate at her house was homemade. She taught me all the fifty states and capitals in the fifth grade and how to read. Grandma and I created that golden apple pie, while the fifty states and capitals paper was sitting on the recipe rack.
My grandpa taught me how to mow a lawn and how to garden. Whenever my sister and I would stay with him he wanted to always watch baseball. My sister and I never wanted to watch baseball it was always so boring. My grandpa would miss his favorite baseball game so my sister and I could watch cartoons. The little blue chair was so comfy but so small. Even though it fit three people on it. Thursday night in April was a little chilly in Albuquerque; draped over all three of us was the Winnie the Pooh purple blanket. Grandpa was in the middle, sissy and I on opposite sides of him. We started out watching the Braves V.S the Rays. My grandpa was so excited to watch that gave the braves are his favorite baseball team. That was until my sister and I started complaining and wanted to watch Scooby-Doo. Grandpa cried a little and then switched that channel right over to Cartoon Network. He sacrificed his happiness to see his two granddaughters be happy. He also taught me to never give up on myself, because he would always be at the end waiting to congratulate me. I would theoretically and literally not be where I am today without them. The little house on Brookwood Street and the two most important people in my life made the biggest impression on me. I will never forget the little house on Brookwood street with the blue truck parked off to the left, and the big beautiful oak tree in front.
The little house on Brookwood Street made me feel like I was on top of the world. I was surrounded by people that I loved, and they loved me. After my family moved out of the little house and into our own, I still felt as if that house was still my home. I stayed at that house all the time on the weekends. I have some of the best memories, and the best food, that I will never forget at that house. After I started to get older, I began to learn how to bake with my grandma. In this house, I learned that my grandma is the best baker ever. I learned how to make homemade apple pie which is my favorite and lemon bars. Everything that we ate at her house was homemade. She taught me all the fifty states and capitals in the fifth grade and how to read. Grandma and I created that golden apple pie, while the fifty states and capitals paper was sitting on the recipe rack.
My grandpa taught me how to mow a lawn and how to garden. Whenever my sister and I would stay with him he wanted to always watch baseball. My sister and I never wanted to watch baseball it was always so boring. My grandpa would miss his favorite baseball game so my sister and I could watch cartoons. The little blue chair was so comfy but so small. Even though it fit three people on it. Thursday night in April was a little chilly in Albuquerque; draped over all three of us was the Winnie the Pooh purple blanket. Grandpa was in the middle, sissy and I on opposite sides of him. We started out watching the Braves V.S the Rays. My grandpa was so excited to watch that gave the braves are his favorite baseball team. That was until my sister and I started complaining and wanted to watch Scooby-Doo. Grandpa cried a little and then switched that channel right over to Cartoon Network. He sacrificed his happiness to see his two granddaughters be happy. He also taught me to never give up on myself, because he would always be at the end waiting to congratulate me. I would theoretically and literally not be where I am today without them. The little house on Brookwood Street and the two most important people in my life made the biggest impression on me. I will never forget the little house on Brookwood street with the blue truck parked off to the left, and the big beautiful oak tree in front.
Loved that little house on Brookwood street.