Why My Grandma Totally Rocks

By Elizabeth Brewer

Mrs. Petzold’s 5th Grade Class

Wagon Wheel Elementary School,  Trabuco Canyon, California

Are you really asking me why my grandma rocks?  That’s like asking why and elephant has a trunk! I’ll tell you why my grandma rocks.  Ask for an outfit?  She buys it.  Want some food?  She fixes it.  Need some advice?  She tells it how it is.  So, maybe she lectures me a lot about strangers and dangers and all that good stuff, but I realize that she is not nagging me.  She is preparing me.  And in the end, when my heart shatters from break ups or make ups or grieving no-lucks, I will always have that special person full of wisdom, full of youth, and full of heart to help me out at the end of a long day.  Just talking to talk? She doesn’t mind.  She like to listen.  Very needy?  No problem, she will do whatever you want. Hard homework?  She’ll help, just sit back and listen to her every word.  What else would you want in a grandma?  I pretty much got the perfect one, and an equally awesome grandpa to go with her.  Mhm, I am so lucky.  I’m not rambling on about some wonderful fictional character of awesomeness:  I am talking about my grandma.  And yeah, that’s why she totally rocks