by Misty Beyer

Created on: February 22, 2010   Last Updated: February 24, 2010

My story goes like many others a bond between a child an a elder .
Growing up I had a difficult life like so many out there. One thing this girl could count on was her grandma. As childhood goes children make mistakes an often a grandmother knows all to well the trouble her grandchild will be in by her parents. My grandma had such grace but to tell her that she would argue with you. Grandma was a honest lady she spoke her truth and what she said she meant. One day as a young girl I was off with some friends in a local grocery store. These girls weren't really a good crowd but you do what you do just to fit in when your a kid. These girls thought it would be a hoot to steal from the store. I was elected to lift a pack of smokes. Oh I was so scared to do it but I did. Needless to say we all got caught. Police took us to a room and made us all give our numbers. While the others sat there crying and giving their moms and dads numbers, I thought no way am I giving my moms number, not if I wanted to live. So when it was my turn, I gave grandmas number. I did not know what would happen. I did know what ever happened couldn't be as bad as the beaten I was about to slip out of. When my grams picked me up from that room she escorted me out holding my hand. We got in her car and drove to her house.  My grams asked me why I stole and why I was stealing cigs?  I told her the truth, Grams wasn't one to lie to because she had a magical power to know when you were fibbing. I told her I felt bad for stealing but even madder at myself for what I stole. Grams was puzzled at how I said this but I told her, " Grams I know I'm in trouble I just wish I was in trouble for something I actual wanted or could have used."  Grams tried not to smile but I seen her lips curl up at the corners. Of course it lasted only moments before I got the grand lecture about the economy and how stealing leads to hurting everyone. I sat listening as the car ride seemed longer than usual back to her house.  At the end of her lecture she had told me that if she ever heard of me doing this type of stunt again she will be forced to tell my mother. So there it is people the start of my grams bailing me out of trouble.

Growing up I set off quite a bit of lifes little booby traps. Nothing may I add as to breaking the law. Just family mistakes friends and even a couple of boy woes. Any time day or night if I had ever needed one to listen  my aches, pains, and complains. My grams was always

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