My Box of Memories
For Christmas it was obvious to my grandma what to get me as a present. My grandmother was the best she would do anything for us or get us grand kids everything our hearts desired. I did not know her for long but I know she had a great sense of humor I have been told many stories of when I was trying to talk to her but she was busy and I would say, “You are obviously not paying attention to me I will talk to you later,” and she would just laugh. But the coolest thing about my grandmother was she was an amazing painter. Till this day I still have some of the things she painted for me in my room.
The evening of Christmas I was so exited to bring on the presents that I ran to my grandmas wonderfully decorated tree and saw a small square shaped present with my name on it. I grabbed the present and waited for everyone to get their presents and be seated then ripped off the wrapping paper. When every little piece and scrap of paper was off the box I saw Barbie right their on the top. It was a music box so I had to open it, as soon as I did a slow and peaceful song started to play and their a small shrunken down Barbie sitting on a patch of grass spinning around and behind her was a small mirror. I also figured out that the music box had another small compartment because it was a jewelry box to. My grandma seemed pleased and satisfied with my reaction.
A year passed and after a couple months in July my grandma passed away. When I was told this I didn’t know that it meant she was permanently gone and I would never see her again. I still had no idea what had happened until the day of her funeral when my dad came home crying(she was his mom). That’s when I knew something wasn’t right. It hit me that she was gone and not coming back. I ran into my room locked the door and threw myself on my bed as I cried my eyes out. When I noticed out of the corner of my eye the music box. I Grabbed the box, opened it, and listened to the song playing it was comforting and reminded me of all the good times I had had with my grandma.
Till this day when ever I have a moment that I need to think of her, I pull out the box and listen to the song. I also added some pictures an jewelry that she had given to me and when I look at them I go back to those times with her and wish I was their and every time I hear the song I think of it as her voice and I know that she is watching over me and remembering those times too.
Thursday, November 20th, 2008 @ 6:16 pm
Ali , that story was extremmely good!!!It was also very emotinal and sad .I’m so sorry about your grandma , because she sounds like a totally nice,fun loving lady by the way you describe her. I really like your music box simile how it reminds you of her voice.I can imagine things in my life that remind me of my grandfather. I can also totally understand your Barbie phase I was exactly the same way.:D I think a picture of either your grandmother or the music box would be a perfect thing to add to this piece. The rest of it was great so good job!:)