Personal Narrative: My Journey To Las Vegas

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Have you ever felt like a person reminds you of another? Some people are so important in your life that even though they might not be with you anymore you have them always present in your mind and heart. I realized this on a trip I made to Las Vegas while I was at Los Angeles. People would think the hotels full of fluorescent lights, the spectacular and noisy parties every night, or all the movement of the city would be what I remember most, but they wasn’t. Two years ago while I was at Los Angeles, the best city of all, my family decided to go to Las Vegas by car. It was the first time we were visiting Las Vegas so we didn’t know that to get there we had to go through a lonely dessert, literally the road after we left Los Angeles was only

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