The Valpo Core Reader
 

Authors

Mike Halkitis

Document Type

Comparison and Contrast Essay

Publication Date

1990

Excerpt

We were finally driving down the old gravel road. The sound of rocks being crushed between the radial tires and the hard ground could be heard as clouds of dust rose behind the car. The familiar tall grassy field came into view. This particular summer had made the fields a vibrant green unlike any other time of the year. I attempted to look further down the road, past the open space by which I was completely surrounded. I gained a glimpse of my great-grandparents' house. This wasn't just any house, at least not to a four foot tall, seven year old boy. There were so many rooms to explore, objects to find, and places to hide. This was a place where many memories could be made. The sight of the old white two-story home sent a chill through my spine. This was my great-grandparents' house in Grand Haven, Michigan. I knew that within moments my great-grandmother would come running through the rattly screen door exclaiming, "Oh my Lord, the kids are finally here!"

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