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Sample essays on sharing an experience with a family member

Sample No. 1: A Day gardening with maternal grandfather

Last summer, I had the chance to visit my maternal grandfather in the countryside. My maternal grandfather's place is nestled among lush green fields, with fresh and serene air. During those days, I had a wonderful experience gardening with my maternal grandfather.

That morning, my maternal grandfather woke me up early: “Wake up, dear, come help me in the garden!” I quickly washed my face and ran after him. His garden was vast, growing all sorts of plants: mustard greens, tomatoes, cucumbers, and also rows of vibrant red roses.

He handed me a small hoe, teaching me how to loosen the soil. At first, I wasn't used to it and accidentally hit the roots of the plants. He just smiled gently: “It's okay, just take it slow, loosening the soil is good enough.” After tilling the soil, he told me to fetch water for watering the plants. The clear droplets from the watering can made the leaves glisten and thrive.

The most exciting part was when he took me to pick ripe red tomatoes. He taught me how to carefully choose the best tomatoes: “The ones that are evenly ripe with smooth skins are the tastiest.” As I picked, I asked my maternal grandfather about the plants in the garden and listened to him recount how he had planted them long ago.

That noon, he cooked sour soup with the tomatoes I picked. The sweet and sour, refreshing taste made me have two bowls of rice. He smiled: “Gardening is hard work, but seeing you happy makes me glad.”

This experience made me realize that gardening is not simple but very meaningful. I understood the hard work and love my maternal grandfather had for his garden and how he passed on to me the joy of labor. Whenever I recall, I always feel warm and grateful for those summer days with him.

Sample No. 2: A Kite Flying Trip with Dad

That afternoon, the sky was clear blue, with a gentle breeze blowing. After finishing my homework, I sat in the yard watching the kites soar in the sky. Seeing this, my dad suggested: “Let's go kite-flying this afternoon!” I was extremely excited as it was my first time experiencing this fun activity with him.

After lunch, my dad carefully took out a butterfly-shaped kite he had made himself a few days earlier. The kite was made from colorful paper, with a sturdy bamboo frame and a long, silky tail. “What do you think?” - he asked, his voice filled with pride. I smiled with pleasure, thinking this kite would surely fly high.

We headed to a vast field near our home. On the way, I eagerly asked my dad about making and flying kites properly. He patiently explained each step, from selecting bamboo to gluing the paper and balancing the kite for even flight. Listening to him, I felt my dad was skillful and talented.

Upon arrival, dad taught me how to hold the string and adjust the wind direction. Initially, I was quite clumsy. When the wind blew hard, I clumsily pulled the string too fast, causing the kite to wobble and fall. Dad didn't blame me but just smiled and said: “It's okay, it's the first time. Try again!” He stood by my side, gently correcting each move for me.

After several attempts, the kite finally soared high, gliding in the wind. Watching it filled me with joy and pride. Dad patted my shoulder and praised: “You're doing great! Now manage the string to stabilize the kite.” Together we flew the kite, chatting as we did so. Dad told me childhood stories, when he was just a little boy with his homemade paper kite.

As the afternoon waned, the golden sunset colored the fields. The kites in the sky seemed to dance in the last light of the day. When the sun had completely set, dad and I reeled in the kite, bringing it home. Looking at the kite, I felt as if it carried sweet memories between my dad and me.

The kite-flying trip that day was not just a fun experience; it also taught me more about my dad's patience and love. I realized that simple yet meaningful moments with family will always be the most beautiful memories of my childhood.