My Walk to My Grandmother's House !

My Walk to My Grandmother’s House

W. Peter Sanci April 17 / 2007

One day when I was 9 or 10, I decided to
take my friend Byron over to my grandmother’s
house for lunch. I had told him she makes
the very best spaghetti in the world. Well as far
as I was concerned anyways.
So we started walking. Now we lived at St. Clair
and Woodbine and we were getting quite tired and
of course hungry. Remember I had promised him
a plate of the best scathe in the known world.
So we t rugged on wards and upwards.
After about two hours of sold walking I could see
My nana’s street. ( Nana Is grandma in Italian.
Well was my nana happy to see me and my friend
at her door. You see my mom had called her to say
keep an eye open for the two boys.
Well as soon as we got there she called my mon.
Then after my nana gave us a big bowl of pasta
Each it was time to face the music. After my mom
Got through with me I couldn’t sit down for a whole
Week.
After that experience I always remembered to tell
Someone where I was going, and how long I
Was going to be.