Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mexico

It all started the beginning of my 2011 summer an experience in my life I would never want to be different. I was just eleven and while I like to consider myself already grown up this trip I was about to take was truly going to but this belief I had to the test. Upon arriving at the airport, I was feeling, a mixture of emotions to be able to finally go to Mexico. It had always been a dream of mine to go to Mexico to meet family and have fun, so while I was nervous and uneasy I was excited. But as we finally approached the departure gate it hit me finally seeing my parent stop before the departure gate that they weren't coming. Upon preparing this trip I knew this was going to happen, but I realized I was going to become an adult I was the older

As I recall I told her to not worry that I would be responsible so when we said our goodbyes, my brother became emotional at that point I felt like his mom almost as I began without though comforting him that everything was going to be fine and he followed me out. When we boarded the plane and took our seats a flight attendant helped us out which put me at some ease since our parents had paid for the flight attendant to care for us. But while on the plane as looking at my 6 year old brother and 9 year old sister, I felt I bit nervous as I was going to be there almost mom like figure toward them, but looked at them with this big smile on my face as I felt my heart at that point that it wasn't about me I had to care for them. Before we left, though my dad had given me $200 for us to spend for a while which had felt like a million dollars I felt the responsibility to be trusted with a substantial amount of