Read the passage and answer the question. The Tall Rock “| get to climb first!” Nick said as soon as Dad told us we were on Grandpa's road. “I call first on Mountain Rock!” “Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. It was what seemed like the millionth time this trip he had called “first climb on the rock.” | think he wanted me to argue about it like when we were little. Instead, | just looked out the windows at the trees and some of the houses you can see here and there through the branches. It had been a long time, but everything was pretty much like | remembered. “You kids and your rock,” said Mom, with a little shake of her head. She'd said that a million times too, since she said it every time Nick brought the rock up. But the halfway smile she had and the nice way she said it made me feel kind of bad about not being more patient with Nick. | mean, he was still just a kid, only in third grade and not already in middle school like me. “One more curve in the road, and we'll be at the top of the hill,” said Dad. “Then you can climb to your heart's desire. Only don't you think it might be nice to say hello to your grandma and grandpa first?” “Yeah, | guess,” said Nick. But you could hear in his voice he wasn't so sure. After all, we'd seen our grandparents last fall for Thanksgiving, when they'd spent the whole week with us. But we hadn't been to their house ~ and he hadn't climbed the rock — in more than three years. Dad laughed and brought the car around the curve of the road to the top of the hill Grandma and Grandpa lived on. Nick pushed against his seatbelt, trying to make himself taller to be able to see around Dad's seat in front. | have to admit | did the same thing from behind Mom's seat, too. After six hours in the car, it was always something to see the first glimpse of that big white house with the wide gravel drive, and even though | was three years older than the last time, | did feel kind of a lump in my throatwhen | saw the great big boulder we called Mountain Rock next to the driveway up ahead. Every summer vacation and every winter break and on a whole lot of three-day weekends from the time | was three until | was seven, we'd made the trip to our grandparents’ to visit. Mountain Rock was the first thing you could see of their property, because the curve of the hill and a big stand of bushes hid the house until you got all the way up the crown of the hill itself. At first, Mountain Rock was mine, since Nick was just a baby. But later, when he was three, then four, then five, Nick and | would spend the last hour of the drive fighting over who would get to climb it first. “There it is — there it is!” Nick shouted now, bouncing up and down enthusiastically in his seat. “Dad, stop!” Dad looked at Mom, who said, “Oh, go ahead. But honk the horn and let your folks know we're here.” | opened my door and got out to stretch my legs, while Nick pretty much exploded out of his side of the car and rushed over to the boulder to begin his climb. Mom and Dad got out of the car, too, and leaned against the front fender watching Nick up on the rock, where he kept turing and looking out over the hillside. Dad put his arm around Mom. | stuck my hands in my pockets. The rock just looked so much... . ‘smaller. | knew it would — | remembered being disappointed the last time we'd visited. The rock was way above my head back then and seemed smaller now, though | knew it was me growing, not the rock shrinking. It would never be a mountain to me again, not like when | was tiny and Grandpa had to help me up to the top. But suddenly there was a shout behind me, and | tured and saw Grandpa hurrying across the wide yard from the house and Grandma waving happily to us from the porch behind him. My grandpa is a big guy, and strong, and he was laughing and grinning as he came. Before | knew it, he'd rushed across the driveway, grabbed me under the arms, and ‘swung me up through the air, just as easy as when | was a baby.The whole hill spun around me. The air was blue and bright, and the trees everywhere looked green and enormous. “Whew!” Grandpa exclaimed, lifting me up on the boulder with my brother. “You're getting heavy!" There was barely room up there for me and Nick together, and | was still dizzy from spinning around. | wobbled before | caught my balance. For a minute, just a minute, it seemed like a really long way down to the ground. But | wasn't scared of falling - even though it didn’t seem to be as far down as it used to be because | was taller, Grandpa was right there, and | knew he'd catch me if! slipped. All at once, I had a thought, looking at Grandpa as he grinned up at me: no matter how big, tall, or old | got, this would always be the tallest place in the world. So, | put my arm around Nick and looked around with him, at our family below us, at Grandpa's hill, and at the hills beyond it. At the end of the passage, the narrator has a change of attitude about climbing the rock and spending time with the family. Using the same characters, continue the story where it left off, telling about what the children do during the visit. Be sure to use details about characters from the passage when writing your story.