Happy Birthday Grandpa, I don’t really have one specific memory of you. My memory is all the times I’ve been over to your house to do yard work. I think I’ve been doing it since I was eleven or twelve. We’ve spent a lot of time together fixing sprinkler’s, mowing the lawn, pruning, trimming, spraying the weeds, digging trenches, and a lot of other odds and ends. At lunch Grandma always had a tuna fish sandwich ready for us and some Sour Cream and Onion Chips. A couple of years ago I was sure that I was fixing the same sprinklers every year, and I was starting to get a little suspicious. Grandpa, I thought you were going out and breaking the sprinklers so you could have an excuse for me to come over.
--Trevor
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