Of course when we get there, we hop out of the car and Granny gives us a big hug. All of us. We get our stuff out of the car and go put it in our rooms. When you first walk in the house, you just get a whiff of good Sunday dinner. Chicken mashed potatoes macaroni the whole nine yards. I can't wait to tear this food up after I'm done eating, go to sleep, and get ready to go fishing with my grandpa in the morning. I'm actually pretty excited. Tomorrow should be a nice day out. Hope we catch a lot of fish.
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I'm not as close with my grandfather as I am with my grandmother. So I was a little bit reluctant when my mother said I have to spend some time with him this summer. I mean, it's not like I was opposed to it, it's just I don't like awkward situations. And he and I don't really have anything to talk about. I mean we are going fishing though and we both enjoy that. So maybe along the way we'll find something to talk about. Nothing to worry about though because my grandpa is a really cool guy. A stand-up man.
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