My Trip To Jamaica

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One of my best experience was when my part of my family went to Jamaica. It was my dad, brothers (Ethan and Owen,) Aunt, Uncle, cousins (Lincoln, Logan, and Marshall) my grandma and grandpa. It was an all expense paid trip. My grandma and grandpa “gave it to us” as our Christmas and birthday presents. We went from December 10th to December 17th. On the Saturday of the 10th our dad woke Ethan, Owen and I up really early. We made sure everything was packed and we drove to our grandma’s house. My dad opened up his car door and the cold air flooded through. Ethan got out of the passenger seat and joined Owen and I in the back. Our grandpa sat in passenger while our dad drove. Owen and our grandma sat in the way back while Ethan and I sat behind our dad and grandpa. We got there a little bit before Lincoln, Logan, Marshall, Aunt Janette, and Uncle Steve. When they got there we did all of the boring security stuff and were on our way to Atlanta, Georgia. …show more content…

We didn’t have anything to do. When it was time for us to board the plane to Jamaica the six of us kids were so excited. Green Bay to Atlanta was the first time the six of us had flown so we were all kind of nervous. On our way to Jamaica though we were basically jumping out of our skin. Looking out the window was beautiful. The ocean was calm and a beautiful blue. When we finally landed I was so jumpy, When the door to the plane was open, you could feel the heat rushing in. I was so excited but the people in front of us were so slow to get out of the plane. When we finally got out the six of us kids went to the bathroom to change into shorts. To actually get to the resort that we were staying at, we needed to take a van. The resort was called Beaches, and it is in Negril. The van ride was an hour long. The worst part about it was the anticipation. About halfway to the resort, we stopped at a little shop, and we all got a

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