As I went through files upon files in my brain of all the tiny moments that I've ever that weren't sappy boyfriend stories, or life changing moments that I've already told, but just ones that some time ago I may have taken for granted, or that now, at the age of 18, I would kill to just be in just one more time. Now a days, I just find most of my moments are full of stress, sadness, and anger, that I don't notice when I'm not thinking about the things that are going wrong in my life. So the one I'm about to write about isn't so recent, but one that I most recently keep thinking about all the time. No one tells you when your younger to seriously soak up the little moments, one day they will be worth more than gold. 

               Every Sunday is dump day in Penobscot, and after the snow would finally melt away, and spring was finally spring, I would spend Friday night through Sunday nights with my grandparents. Being right near the water, I love breathing the air while I'm outside at their house, it was just something about that air that made you want to be outside all the time, even just sitting on the porch drinking iced tea was great. Anyway, Nanny would always have these "Make my grandchildren my slave day." Not really, but it always seemed like we did her dirty work for her, looking back at it now, I would clean her yard all day if it meant being with my entire family.  Bumpy had this little Chevy truck, with only 3 seats, it was one of those ones with two seats in the front, and the one tiny one that you had to sit sideways in 'cause it was on the door, so when it was time to go, only two of the seven grandchildren would be able to go, I of course, was always one of them. Most of the time it was only one that went. On our way, the ride was always silent, I always wondered what he was thinking about, I also laughed because he was never good at hiding the fact he dipped, black specks were always stuck somewhere in his beard.  After the travel to town, we hop over to the little store, and he would get a whoopie pie and ginger ale, I would get ice cream, bringing nothing back for the others. Selfish I know, but to me it was special. The whole, trip. With all five words probably spoken. It's just another one of those pointless moments that you look back at now and realize it means more to you than you ever would. The only people that will get what this story means are the ones to have lost someone who's life will forever mean more than your own. Or if you're a person that just loves every moment no matter what.