Thursday, August 11, 2011
Could someone proofread this paragraph for me for grammatical errors and sentence structure?
Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the hunting trips on my grandfather’s property in Georgia. Since I can remember, every year right after Christmas my dad and I would drive up to my grandpa’s place in southern Georgia where we had a huge quail hunt with the rest of the men in my extended family. My grandpa had an enormous house that could comfortably hold the 30 or so relatives of mine that went on the hunt. One of the best parts of staying there was all of the wonderful food. First off, for breakfast my grandpa always made an enormous meal consisting of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and grits. After breakfast was when we headed out to the woods for the hunt. When I was younger, before I learned how to shoot, my cousin and I always rode on the very top of the hunting jeeps. This way we got the best view, as we slowly drove through the woods, listening to the dogs baying as they searched for the quail. It was exciting to hear the sudden exclamation and burst of gunfire when the birds took flight. When several hours of hunting ped, we drove to a clearing in the woods where we built a huge bonfire and proceeded to make lunch of ham sandwiches and potato chips. After a slow and leisurely lunch we once again headed back out on the jeeps to resume the hunt for several more hours until darkness fell and we were forced to return home. Once back at the house, the gruesome task of cleaning the days kill stood before us. Sometimes my cousin and I were able to slip away from this daunting task, and we explored the many rooms in the huge house. After the game was cleaned, we always fried up enough of it for supper. I remember eating the quail that we had killed just hours earlier, and I often found shotgun pellets in the meat. After supper and a long day I was usually very worn out. I fell asleep early on the sofa in front of the fire, a great ending to a great day. I will always cherish the childhood memories I made at my grandpa’s house.
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