Memories of My Grandfather
Ever since I was little, I always had a gun. My first gun was from my grandfather. He made it for me when I was like 4 years old. It was a rifle that was made from wood and it shot rubber bands. I would always shoot some things. When I was kid, I used to watch every body clean, fix, and use their guns. They also cleaned the bullets. I liked watching them and I used to clean my toy guns. By the time I was 11, I got my first 22 caliber rifle from my uncle. I loved that rifle. I used to shoot it on my grandfather’s ranch.
I grew up with my grandfather. He taught me everything that you need to know to survive in the wilderness: how to make fires and look for food. When I was little, he put me on top of a horse and that’s how I learned how to ride. He also taught me how to run the ranch every morning: feed the animals, make things from wood, build cages for birds, and other things.
I wish I could go back to this life when my grandfather would wake me up early and when he would cook for us. I wish I could go back to the times in México where all my cousins and I would stay at the ranch all weekend; when we had parties and killed cows so we could make carne asada. I wish I could go back to the trouble making life that I had in México.