Part one of term paper
For as long as I can remember, my grandfather has always been there for me. He was holding my hand when I took my first step. I can imagine how it must have looked, my tiny hand invisible in his large grasp, for the first time. As years begin to pass by, I decided that I wanted to play softball. Grandfather was the first to say that he w ...

Part two of term paper
... tracing paper. I used to pretend that they were road maps, with red roads and blue roads popping up everywhere. I would sit in is lap and try to straighten out his fingers. He never became angry, he only sat with great patience and smiled. I am always told, by relatives, that those hands used to be able to do anything. Such as hold a rifle so steadily that he never missed a target. I have also read newspaper articles, about the hands that were so great they led the baseball team in an unde ...