Journal #5

This is about someone I look up too and a memory I have with them, in the voice of a child.

I love my papaw. He is my hero. He lets me follow him around and do the things he does. He is my best friend and we do everything together.

I was sitting in the floor of my papaw’s garage watching him make one of the many things mamaw wanted him to make. He looked at me and walked away. I had no clue why he just looked at me and turned away. “Had I don’t something wrong?” or “Is he mad at me?” A couple minutes later he came back with two buckets of little plastic pipes. He put those buckets down and said, “Here, build something with these.” I had no clue what he was talking about, so he sat sown right next to me and started building stuff. Then he said, “Now you try.” So, I started to build. I could sit there for hours playing with those little things. I was so entertained by suck a simple little thing. Ever since that day, every time I went to papaw’s garage, I would ask where the pipes were and if I could play with them.