Narrative Essay - My Most Memorable Experience

My Most Memorable Experience

The beaten up old Pontiac sputtered violently as we rolled

leisurely out of our driveway. With my mom in the passenger seat and my

dad behind the wheel, the front of the car was up with excitement for our

trip to Arizona. My brother Allan was quietly asleep next to me, and as

for my sister, Jacqueline, and youngest brother J.D.; they played quietly

in the car. I sat quietly behind my mother, still delirious of the

situation and dreading the long exhausting trip that I was to endure.

My lack of enthusiasm was due to my late bedtime the night before.

I guess I was lucky to be a passenger in the car, and not the driver, as so

I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he

sat behind the car's steering wheel. We had already been on the road for

three hours now, and still not a peep out of anyone, except my youngest

siblings whom were frolicking around together with their toys in the back

of the car. My dad refused to stop for food until noon. It was 11:30, yet

30 minutes seemed like an awful long time and my stomach had been craving

something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontrollable,

an almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came

to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue

by putting myself to sleep.

Over 45 minutes had past before I was awaken so abruptly by the

grasp of my dad large hand on my shoulder. "Time for lunch!" quaintly said

with a jolly cheer hidden deep in his voice. One after another we trickled

from the car, emptying quite quickly. I took a large deep breath of what I

assumed would be fresh air. Instead, I coughed. The air wreaked of

exhaust and was dry, concentrated with dust. It was my fault I hadn't

observed the large sign reading "Trucking Pit Sto". The letter "p"

appeared to missing from the sign, and as I contemplated why, I walked

slowly away from the car , still "hacking" and coughing. I was behind my

family by quite a margin, so I picked up the pace, as to catch up with them.