One of our last vacations we went on was a trip to Mississippi. The main reason we went is because my mom’s parents lived down there. I was so happy that we were going on vacation and I was super excited we were going to visit our grandparents. The only bad part about this trip is that we had to drive and I didn’t like long car rides. My parents told my sister and I that is was about an eighteen hour drive with stopping so they told to make for sure to bring some stuff that would keep us occupied. So I brought coloring books my DSI some toys and lots of movies. At the beginning, it wasn’t that bad, but towards the end it was horrible. After driving for hours it seemed like we were driving my whole life away, but once we got there the drive didn’t seem so bad …show more content…
We packed a lunch to eat on the way and our swimsuits and drinks and a whole bunch more. On the way there we got to see dolphins doing some tricks and we took lots of pictures. When we finally got there we found a spot on the beach, then we ran down to the water. We played in the ocean and took lots of family pictures and just had so much fun with each other. After being there for almost the whole day we heading back to the ship to go back to our grandparents house. When we got there we all took showers, ate one last meal with them and headed off to be, so we could get up early in the morning and head back home. I wasn't ready to leave we had so much fun and I for sure wasn’t looking for the long drive back home. I hated that we had to leave so earlier. I hated that we never got to see them as much as we used to. I hated that our vacation just flew by. I hated that the next time we would see them would be like next year. After being in the car for a lifetime, it felt like we back home. The day we left Mississippi I was already missing my grandparents and thinking of how much fun we had the past four
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Have you ever been to Texas? I have been once. My trip to Texas was unbelievably awesome. I saw many of things on my way there. While we were there, I had loads of fun. Many things happened while we were there. Texas was the coolest place I have ever been.
My Michigan is an old teacher of mine his name is Mr. Stem, he was my science and math teacher for 5th grade,, I had trouble mostly in math and he knew i was good at it so if he knew I needed help he would help me understand what we were doing in class same with science, if i ever needed help with either of the subjects i knew he would be there to help me just like any teacher would, he was a really approachable teacher even outside of school you could walk up to him and he would help you if you needed it, last year he retired and I am happy he was one of the teacher that I had to help me through Math and Science in 5th grade which made 5th grade so much easier because he was so approachable and easy going. If you ever needed him he was there
... to the ocean to relax, socialize, and enjoy food and drinks on me. At the end of the night, everyone I had brought together was very thankful that I organized the trip because we had the chance to enjoy everyone’s company given that we do not all get to do that very often.
It had been one scorching hot summer when the temperatures were record breaking. Everyone was dying for water and air conditioning, people were having heart strokes, getting over heated and being rushed to the hospital. This place was Nashville, Tennessee, where country music is all you hear and they all wear jeans, button down shirts with boots and act the heat is no big deal.
The first day we were there we just hung out at my aunt’s house and relaxed after the seventeen hour drive there. The second day my grandma and I went to the beach, laid out in the sun, and got tan. The water was still pretty cold at the time we went, so we didn’t go swimming at all, nevertheless we still enjoyed our time on the beach. Although I enjoyed everyday I was in Florida, Wednesday
It was time for us to leave and board the plane to America. I was very excited to get to America, I was also anxious to see my Dad who I haven’t seen in months. The flight was long, I can remember in the air was my first time feeling turbulence, whoa let me tell you it was a scary one it felt like the plane was about to crash. I was anxious for the plane to land. When we arrived we exited out the plane and head out to the train inside the airport in order to go to U.S. customs and border protection, to get our documents sorted out, so that we could enter the country.
Well, after many, many grueling hours, we finally arrive home! The trip is over and it was amazing. I cant’ believe how fun it was. I unpack my stuff from the inner surface of the van. I walk up my stone sidewalk and to my wooden front door. I wait for my parents to open it, and then I walk home and smell the familiar sent of my house. I get settled in. I get out of my clothes into new ones. I settle down, and I shortly go to sleep. The trip is over, and it was great.
When people hear stories about Louisiana, they automatically think they are taking place in New Orleans. However, my story takes place in northern Louisiana in a small city called Monroe. I was born in Bastrop, a small town right outside of Monroe. Growing up, Monroe was my favorite place. I didn’t think anywhere else would be as cool as this city itself. I made many memories in the small city, some of which I’ll share with you.
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
We walked around San Juan, the capital of Puerto Rico a little. Then we went to the ferry that was taking us where to Culebra. It was about 1pm by now. The ferry ride was about an hour and a half long ride. It was raining a little so we couldn’t sit outside of the boat and see the view. I ended up falling asleep for about half the ride. When we finally got to Culebra, we were so happy. It wasn’t raining anymore, the sun was out, and it was beautiful. At the time we didn’t have car so we were kinda stuck there. After a half hour of calling places to see if they had any cars for rental we finally found a place. We rented two big black jeeps for the next 10 days. When we got the cars and we could drive them around, we drove up the mountain to the house we were staying at for the
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
The place where I would like to call me second home is located all the way down in Savanna Georgia. I can remember way back about nine years ago in the summer of 2008. The plane ride was a long and hot, and I spent the whole ride playing on my PSP. When I got off the plane I remembered walking through the freezing cold Savanna International Airport seeing all the flags of different countries hanging from the ceiling, but then taking one step out of the airport front doors looking for the car services that was rented and feeling the crushing 100°F heat and deathly humidity. But it is all worth the painful heat to spend time in the beautiful city.
I disliked this part of the vacation as I didn’t like to say goodbye to the country and the people here as we’d probably never see each other again for a very, very long time. As we arrived to the airport, our family were all hugging each other and saying their goodbyes. When we got to the entrance, I screamed out “Goodbye Kelly. Good bye Linh. Goodbye everyone in Vietnam!” Tears poured out of my eyes like a tsunami as I spoke these simple, yet, difficult words. We all waved back and forth as we separated. My heart aches as my mind flashes back of all the memorable moments we had here in this wonderful country. Once everyone boarded back on the plane, I told myself that our vacation went by really fast. I stared out of the window as the airplane was slowly lifting off from the ground into the night sky. I reminced and started going through all the things we’ve been through. I softly spoke to myself “We’ll meet again, Vietnam.” Those were my last words in that
Some of my best family experiences were on family trips, but sometimes it was not in fact the activities at the place we were going but the journey there that held the learning experiences. Most of the family trips that we take are over eight hours long. There are many things that come from being in a cramped car for that long. One of which is you get bored unless you talk to other people, so that’s what you do. Sometimes you can find out a lot about a person by talking to them for that long, even people that you thought you knew completely. On one of my family trips my brother told about a time that his friend almost suffocated on a snow caving trip. It happened when they were crushing in the snow caves and it wasn’t working, then the last time that his friend tried jumping on it, the ceiling broke through and he was stuck halfway with his face buried in snow. My brother finished by tellin...