Back when I was around seven years old, a Fall Saturday afternoon meant one thing to me: Penn State Football. Now, of course as a typical eight year old girl, the game did not mean all that much to me...yet, that would drastically change as I got older; but back when I was younger I only had the chance to go to Penn State’s season opener, meaning I was left behind for the other games. My parents would leave me and my younger sister Lindsay to stay in Hazleton, PA, where my grandma, grandpa, and great-grandmother all shared a house. Some of my fondest childhood memories come from these weekends in which my grandparents would spoil me and Lindsay with the soda and cupcakes that Mom would never let us have at home, but it was also here that I would unknowingly discover what kind of person I wanted to be.

We’d start the morning off early because we were little and bursting with energy and excitement. Downstairs we would meet our grandparents who would make sure to start the morning early so pancakes would be ready for us when we arrived in the kitchen. My great-grandmother who we all call Grammy Allen was about 90 years old at the time. She was growing older, it was visible to everyone in my family except me and my sister. She never ever let her tiring body and forgetting mind affect the time we were spending with her. Lindsay and I would always be the first ones eating out pancakes, no matter how hungry Grammy Allen was. As my grandmother stood by the stove cooking, frail Grammy Allen would scurry through the kitchen getting plates out and making sure Lindsay and I were all ready with our napkins, forks, and syrup.

Immediately following breakfast my sister and I performed what we called our pre-game ritual. We would put on an old tape my grandparents had of some old polka song and dance like crazy little kids. Of course, Lindsay and I always encourage Grammy Allen to join in the fun, and although she must have been exhausted from the work she did in the kitchen she would be right there with us dancing, spinning us in circles, and singing along. Thankfully, the dancing would end as game time would approach. We would all sit in the living room and watch the game on television, which was hardly a break for anyone because we would always have so many questions about the game, and scream and cheer the entire time. Once Penn State would win, yes back in the days when it was practically guaranteed, the fun for Grammy Allen would begin again. It always seemed like a good idea to smother my great-grandmother in a blanket (even on the warmest days) and basically jump on her. Never once throughout the day would you see Grammy Allen with anything but a smile on her face, she never complained, and always found a way to find energy in herself no matter how she felt physically or mentally. While I still believe I have a ways to go, ever since I became aware of the ways of my great-grandmother, which was unfortunately was not until after she past away, I have been trying to model my life after her. She knew how and when to have fun, and did not let little things bother her. She was kind, loving, hilarious, and positive no matter what life dealt her. I hope one day I will be able to say that her and I are very similar people.

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