This is a creative writing piece about wwII called A lesson to Remeber

I remember it clearly. It was a cold winter night near the end of December. After losing a basketball game for the ninth time of the season I had finally lost all hope and given up. Stomping up the stairs towards couch I was trailed closely by my grandfather some five minutes later. My stubborn attitude and selfish manner forced me to tell my loving grandfather to go away because of the fact that I did not want to hear his sanctimonious platitudes. Knowing I was always right and thinking that would never change I never paid any attention to what others had on their minds. He hastily resp…