I was seven years old and full of energy. In my socked feet, I flew up the stairs and skidded to a stop on the wood floor only long enough to change directions and race to the living room. Grandpa was sitting in his blue chair watching an old black and white western. Grandma was in the kitchen pulling out the No Bake Cookie Pan.
"I told you she'd come up when she heard me in the kitchen." Grandma grinned at Grandpa who playfully rolled his eyes at her.
"All she wants is your food." He bellows a laugh as if my want of food is hilarious.
Grandma ignores him and looks to me. "I'm going to make some no bakes before I head to the store. Do you want to help?"
"Of course!" I dance into the kitchen as she retrieves all the ingredients from the cabinets. Pulling over the little step stool Grandma keeps around for us kids, I watch as she lays wax paper out on the counter. I place the stool to one side of the stove and stand on it, glancing into the pan on the burner. We begin adding a little of this and a dab of that until the substance starts to boil. I stir until Grandma tells me its time to place the cookies on the wax paper to cool. I leave that to her and head back to the living room to find Grandpa.
"What you watching?" I ask.
"An old one. This one is my favorite." He smiles and pats his lap. "Come watch it with me?"
"You say all of them are your favorite," I whisper as I climb into the chair with him. Once in his lap, as devious grin takes ahold of my face, and I pinch his oxygen cord between my fingers. He sticks out his tongue and opens his eyes wide. A giggle escapes my lips and I let go of the cord.
"You better not be a nuisance while I watch this movie," He says, tickling my sides.
Grandma walks through the room with her purse in hand, telling us that she's heading to the store. "You two better behave while I'm gone. Sam, you're in charge. Don't eat all the cookies." And she closed the front door.
Five minutes later, Grandpa pokes my side and motions into the kitchen. I nod my head and laugh as I slide from his lap. I dig around in the cabinets until I find a bowl big enough. I place the container on the counter and set aside two cookies for Grandma. I gently place the rest in the bowl and take them back to Grandpa. He holds the bowl while I climb back into his lap. We eat a cookie at a time until they're gone, and not a moment after the last cookie is gone does grandma walk into the room.
She sees the chocolate on my face and knows exactly what we've done. "I told you not to let him eat all the cookies Sam!"
I smile. "He didn't eat all of them. I ate some too!" Grandma laughs and tosses me a rag to wipe my face. "There's two on the counter for you!" I holler at her as I turn back to the western movie.
"Anyone can show up when you're happy. But the ones who stay by your side when your heart falls apart, they are your true friends."
I am Samantha, and my goal for this blog is to basically share my experiences as a teenager. Basically, I am a teen. I have many hopes and dreams, many fears and insecurities that I let hold me back. There is so much that goes on in my life. Sometimes it is a struggle, and that is what this blog is about.