by Danielle Somers

Created on: April 10, 2009

It was a rainy, cool summer day, It had been days since I was able to play outside, which for a 5 year old child was unbearable. What was worse? My Mother once again went to work leaving my brother and I with our Grandparents. "This is gonna be no fun!" I remember whining to my Mother, and I am sure I dramatized quite the temper tantrum as well. Now, don't get me wrong, I had always loved my Grandparents, but what fun could there be with old people?

"Come on, we have to take Grandma to circle," Grandpa began, "but we don't have to stay there and wait for her. We'll come right back to play." With that, my brother went into hysterics. He wanted to stay with Grandma.

"Alright then, you stay with me and your sister can go home with Grandpa." My Grandmother assured my brother. Great! Now they are taking away my playmate too! This is going to be the worst day ever!

We all got ready and dropped the pair off at the church. On the way back to the house I was very upset. We took off our raincoats and I just sat looking out the window. I really wish I could just go outside and play! Just then my Grandpa had a fantastic idea. "How would you like to help me make a cake?" he asked me. I immediately hopped right up. Cooking was my absolute favorite thing to do!

We set out to make a chocolate cake. Grandpa was measuring, and he let me dump things in the bowl. I was feeling very important.

It was about time to start mixing when someone started knocking on the door.

"You start mixing, and I will get the door." Grandpa said. I was so excited! I get to mix all by myself.

I began to mix the cake, just as I had been showed many times before. Grandpa was gone for an awfully long time though. Then it occurred to me, I should make this cake my own. I looked frantically around the kitchen for things I could add to the cake. Grandpa will be so proud of me! I added a bottle of vinegar and the rest of a bag of potato chips. "Looks good to me!" I shouted confidently.

Grandpa walked in and looked surprised, I was worried. "You don't like my cake, Grandpa?" I asked him with my eyed filling with tears. "I love it, looks delicious!" Grandpa replied.

We put the cake in the oven, and it seemed like it cooked forever. I was making a list in my mind of all the people I wanted to share my special cake with, but when I told Grandpa he said he thought I should just keep the cake in the house because it was so special. So special in fact that he made another cake for Grandma and my brother,

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