I was young, probably around five
years old, not sure what everything was yet. I do remember going down to Saint
George with the whole clan for Thanksgiving dinner at my Grandma’s house. We
had a few days to get settled in before the big day, and we were very busy! My
older boy cousins decided to play tag on my grandparent’s property, and two of
them either fell into a cactus, or stepped on one with their bare feet. I
remember watching my aunt pull needle after needle out of them. I knew it hurt
because they were teenage boys, and crying about how much it hurt. Finally
Thanksgiving Day arrived. I remember these cute little terra cotta pots that my
grandma made to look like little turkeys for all of us. I remember all the food
that was there, and how I got a little bit freaked out when I looked into my
cousin, Spenser’s eyes, and saw how big his eyes were, and how big his pupils
were. They were as big and dark as two black plates. The next day I found out
why they were this way.
I
wanted to go exploring the day after Thanksgiving, but my grandpa called us all
in for a family meeting. I don’t remember everything that was said, but I do
remember he started out with, “Now if you kids want to play tag on my property,
you better steer clear of the damn cactus!” We all laughed about this, then
things got a more serious note. He started telling us about how when he was in
the Navy, his friends would pressure him into doing things he really didn’t want
to do. They convinced him to get tattoos, and how he ended up with three of
them. He also told us about how they pressured him into smoking, and how he
soon got addicted to getting high. He told us that one of his toughest
struggles was trying to quit smoking, and how much better his life had become
since then. He then looked us all in the eyes, and basically told us he would
wring our necks if he ever heard of us doing crazy bad stuff like that, because
he has seen where it’s led to. That lesson has stuck with me since it happened.
I gained respect for my grandpa, because we all knew that he knew about Spenser
getting high the night before, but instead of embarrassing my cousin, which he
could’ve done quite easily, he didn’t. I learned a lot about myself and my grandpa from this experience.
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