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Grandparent’s Cottage



My Grandparent’s cottage had an immense impression on me. My family and I had made so many memories each summer while we were at the cabin. We would usually end up going downstate to the cabin on Burt Lake, at least once during the summer and stay for a couple of weeks. A summer memory that I clearly remember is the time my step brother Jason and I went downstate to my Grandparents, to put on a new roof.
Summer vacation from school was near and my dad told me that he had some good news. He wanted my step brother, Jason, and I to go down to the Cabin with him and help put on a new roof. I didn’t mind going there to do work instead of just relaxing. All I really cared about was seeing my Grandparents and being at the lake.
When we approached the Burt Lake exit off the highway, I could feel myself getting excited. We made our way through the town roads and finally arrived on that familiar gravel road. By then I could barely stay in my seat. Memories of summers gone by were passing through my head. As soon as I got out of the car I saw the familiar one story white cabin, with its perfect three windows that had wood shudders and white siding all around. Leading up to the cabin was a very tiny stone sidewalk, which lead to a screen door on the porch. When you open the door you hear a bell ring that was very distinctive. Every time the bell rings, it immediately makes me feel calm and have that “at home” feeling you get when you step into your house after a long trip. When I first stepped inside the cabin and looked around everything seemed to be in order, except the cabin felt like a ghost town without my Grandparents or cousins greeting us when we arrived. The furniture and everything I remember being in there was the same. Even that nice wood smell the cabin had was the...