Last summer my grandparents celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary by taking my brothers, my parents, my aunt, my cousin, and I to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware for a week. We were all excited to celebrate this milestone with my grandparents and go on vacation with the whole family. Mid-week, my dad would take my brothers and me to Assateague Island for a day to see wild horses. I remember going back to the cottage and telling my grandfather about our day over dinner. He was extremely excited for me and expressed his desire to visit Assateague Island someday. Even though we had gone there before, my dad and I woke up early the next day to take my grandfather and grandmother to Assateague Island for the day. Both my grandparents insisted that we forget about the trip; they felt guilty for forcing my father to return to the island when he had already been the day before. Since my father knew how much my grandfather wanted to see the horses, he spent an hour arguing with my grandfather about taking him to the beach. After an hour of debating whether or not to go, we finally make it