Tradition is a trait that can be found in every family throughout the world. This is particularly true for my family as I grew up in the suburbs of Detroit, Michigan. Of all the traditions that my family had while I grew up, the one that sticks out most in my mind is spending time with my family on Sunday afternoons and holidays either playing games with my cousins, eating food fresh off the grill, watching holiday fireworks, or learning more about my family history than I already knew. Therefore, my family tradition has a rich historical perspective, high importance, and great effects on me to this day.
While growing up, I was very lucky to have two full sets of grandparents, and I considered myself even luckier to have lived just three short blocks away from my dad’s parents. Needless to say, I became very close to my dad’s side of the family. Thus, my mother made my sister and I spend our Sunday afternoons and holidays with her side of the family to ensure that we got to know every single family member.
My Grandpa’s house had a very large backyard attached to it. Often, my cousins and I were found running around the backyard playing some sort of game. Whether it was a quick game of soccer or a simple game of tag, the sound of our laughter could be heard throughout the neighborhood. Usually as we played, Grandpa would be on the other side of the yard grilling up something delicious for the entire family to eat. After the games were over and the food was finished cooking, the entire family sat down to eat and talked about the events of the past week.
Also, on major holidays, my family once again headed over to Grandpa’s house to watch the annual Fourth of July fireworks display. His backyard was located just off the Detroit River, so the fireworks...