Cristina L.
I Was Raised By...
I was raised by
a big appetite,
strictly taught,
music blasting,
hardworking correctional officer,
kind of man
I was raised by
a restaurant eating,
speech therapist,
traveler,
who loves her daughter to the moon and back,
kind of woman
I was raised by
a grand-daughter loving,
field working,
car obsessed,
big hearted,
kind of grandpa
I was raised by
always got your back,
knee slapping hilarious,
supportive through rough times,
stuck with you cause you know too much,
kind of friends
It was the annual fair at the Turlock FairGrounds. A day of the year where my grandma, grandpa and my closest cousin Alyssa and I would all spend some bonding time together. Sadly, the night turned out to be nothing that I expected. I was about six years old at the time, and my cousin was around eight. Both of us had been so excited to see what the fair had in store for us this year. So we all jumped into my grandma’s car, and we were off. Once we arrived at the FairGround, my grandma insisted that she would drop off my grandpa, cousin and I at the main entrance, while she would go to the parking lot and find a space for the car... BIG MISTAKE!
We waited there inside the entrance for what seemed to be thirty minutes, and still no sign of grandmas return! We three started to become worried, my heart was pounding from all the fear. I began to think about things that could occur to her, which stressed me even more. My hands felt so clammy as a jogger running in one hundred degree weather, from the thoughts that ran through my mind endlessly. My grandpa explained how we should try walking around the fair in search for her. So that’s exactly what we did. We looked through the carnival games, passed through the rides, searched the bathrooms, we went crazy looking for my grandma! As we walked through the fair, the smell of sweet kettle corn drizzled in caramel flooded through my nose.
I could hear the cotton candy being stirred, and served to customers. My tummy began to grumble, and thats when I realized this year at the County Fair was not going to be like the others from the past. I could see the teenagers on the horrifying rides, their hair flipping all over the place, while they made the funniest facial expressions and screamed for their life. The sky was starting to darken and the sun was going down, so my grandpa decided that we should start to head home! But how? We had no car! He told us to walk towards the front main entrance to check for her one last time.
We did as told, and nothing! He asked a kind ticket selling lady if we could borrow her phone. I dialed what I thought my number was, but I didn’t know it completely. Turns out I had missed the first three numbers and called a stranger instead of my mom. So... my grandpa called a taxi from the lady’s phone and that’s how I got home that night. I still ask my grandma to this day, to tell me the story. She explained to me, how she drove herself home that night. But this was her point of view concerning the story of how she got home that night. “I’m home!” screamed grandma tossing her keys on the table. “Where have you been! We looked for you, for what seemed like hours at the fair! You had us all so worried” screamed grandpa. “I’m sorry about the whole situation, but I called your names through the speaker, from the lost and found! And there was no sign of any of you!” said grandma. “You know what! This was all of your fault for leaving us at the entrance, in the first place! said grandpa while he pounded the table with anger. “I’m sorry... “said grandma with her trembling voice. “I just realized that it was both of our faults, I’m sorry for going off on you like that. It’s just been a rough, and stressful day for me. I’m so glad to see you honey” said grandpa softly. And thats exactly how my grandma told me the story about when she got home from the fair. Luckily, that night we all made it home safe. I still remember from that day how awfully disappointed I was about my trip to the fair that year, but it will definitely be something I will remember forever!
We waited there inside the entrance for what seemed to be thirty minutes, and still no sign of grandmas return! We three started to become worried, my heart was pounding from all the fear. I began to think about things that could occur to her, which stressed me even more. My hands felt so clammy as a jogger running in one hundred degree weather, from the thoughts that ran through my mind endlessly. My grandpa explained how we should try walking around the fair in search for her. So that’s exactly what we did. We looked through the carnival games, passed through the rides, searched the bathrooms, we went crazy looking for my grandma! As we walked through the fair, the smell of sweet kettle corn drizzled in caramel flooded through my nose.
I could hear the cotton candy being stirred, and served to customers. My tummy began to grumble, and thats when I realized this year at the County Fair was not going to be like the others from the past. I could see the teenagers on the horrifying rides, their hair flipping all over the place, while they made the funniest facial expressions and screamed for their life. The sky was starting to darken and the sun was going down, so my grandpa decided that we should start to head home! But how? We had no car! He told us to walk towards the front main entrance to check for her one last time.
We did as told, and nothing! He asked a kind ticket selling lady if we could borrow her phone. I dialed what I thought my number was, but I didn’t know it completely. Turns out I had missed the first three numbers and called a stranger instead of my mom. So... my grandpa called a taxi from the lady’s phone and that’s how I got home that night. I still ask my grandma to this day, to tell me the story. She explained to me, how she drove herself home that night. But this was her point of view concerning the story of how she got home that night. “I’m home!” screamed grandma tossing her keys on the table. “Where have you been! We looked for you, for what seemed like hours at the fair! You had us all so worried” screamed grandpa. “I’m sorry about the whole situation, but I called your names through the speaker, from the lost and found! And there was no sign of any of you!” said grandma. “You know what! This was all of your fault for leaving us at the entrance, in the first place! said grandpa while he pounded the table with anger. “I’m sorry... “said grandma with her trembling voice. “I just realized that it was both of our faults, I’m sorry for going off on you like that. It’s just been a rough, and stressful day for me. I’m so glad to see you honey” said grandpa softly. And thats exactly how my grandma told me the story about when she got home from the fair. Luckily, that night we all made it home safe. I still remember from that day how awfully disappointed I was about my trip to the fair that year, but it will definitely be something I will remember forever!