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Every summer my family takes a trip to somewhere other than my hometown in boring ol’ Oklahoma. This particular year, 2012, we decided to go up north to Wyoming, U.S.A. Before this trip had occurred I had thought that Wyoming was a boring, flat state with nothing to do. When I got there, I realized I had been horribly wrong. It all started how most of our family vacations start, My Aunt Kim and Uncle Toby show up in the rental car (usually it was there personal car but this trip was a bit longer than usual) packed with all of their things. This particular time was early in the morning, about 7 o’clock to be exact, then the process of getting all of all of our things kicks into high gear. My brother Blake and I are frantically trying to get all of our things and our parents things into the car so we …show more content…
Jackson is about 1,200 miles away so the trip all in all would be about a 17-hour drive. So we finally embarked, an hour behind schedule, but for my family that was pretty usual considering once we get on the road we all remember that none of us had breakfast. So we take a quick stop at a convenience store a few miles out of town to get snacks and what not to hold us over until our next stop further down the road. Car rides with my family usually consist of lots of road-trip music, complemented with lots of loud singing from my family, a lot of sleeping, and lots of me playing video games in the back. And of course we played the classic car games like “I spy”, the license plate game, or 20 questions. Although my brother and I had a game that was like no other, it was called “Windmill.” The rules are pretty simple, let’s say that I was to see a windmill. If I say “WINDMILL!” first, then I get to punch my brother right in the arm. All bets were off when we drove through Kansas due to the giant wind farms, we were basically just fighting in the back of the
About two years ago our youth group, that consisted of about eight to ten people, got together and went on this journey together. This wonderful journey led us to Omaha, Nebraska. We began this trip on a Sunday morning. This was the beginning of our long journey to the great state of Nebraska. During our long trip to Nebraska we many played games along the way. My dad would say “who wants to play the alphabet game”. I would chime in with a “I do” along with three other people. There were also the not so great parts about the car ride up there. Our whole group as a whole whole would argue about the silliest of things. One person named Drake would constantly have to go to the bathroom and would just shout out “I’m going to pee my pants if we don't stop soon”. The end result would be all of us yelling at him about how we just stopped an
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
It had been raining all of yesterday, and there was still an occasional drizzle now and then. The world looked rather two-dimensional, strange and different. During the car ride, I listened to my music the entire time, the one thing that keeps me from car sickness, and looked out the window. I had never seen anything like it before. Flat land, as far as the eye could see. No houses, fields, or anything but short grass. Combined with the flat gray quality of the sky, the view was rather surreal, a little bit like being on the moon. Sometime after 5 pm, we crossed the Illinois-Wisconsin state line, which was a special moment for me, my first time being over the state border in a little under ten years. The scenery got a little strange again, because we had just got out of the extremely urban area of Wisconsin, because that is our “down south.” But we were now in Illinois’ “up north” area, which consisted of acres of pine forests, dotted with an abundance of biker bars and boat rental
One of my strongest memories of our time in Iowa was from the first few weeks that we lived in the rental house. We had moved from the gigantic Georgia house into the cramped, smelly rental house. This move felt really different than the last one. We always knew that we would move but I don’t think that we envisioned us living in Iowa. Ammon was bored (which is never a good sign), Jaci seemed indifferent (which was a pretty good sign) and I was pretty on edge. One day Jaci, Ammon, and I started fighting about something, I don’t remember what, I vaguely remember it being related to the bathroom. Being the good mother that you are, you stopped the fight but it was too late for me; the cumulative effect of everything that had happened over the
It was the summer of 2006 in late July after my sixth grade year at Harrold Middle School. My parents surprised my brothers and me by telling us that our family, including my grandparents and aunt’s family, would be traveling to Cook Forest in Clarion, PA. We had been to the beautiful state park of Cook Forest many times before. In previous years, we experienced great weather conditions, great water conditions, and lots of family fun. Our schedule this past year would include tubing for several miles down the Clarion River each day, taking a family hike, going out to dinner at the Farmer’s Inn, and playing goofy golf.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
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
Road Trip! Across the United States they're is many different cultural and historical sights to visit many of which we see and hear about in movies, history books, and in everyday life. This trip would be a great chance for you and friends to visit different states, try new types of cuisine at restaurants they've never heard of, and examine cultural differences from one place to another. This road trip will be take you through state after state until you reach the first objective with the starting point being in the wonderful state of Indiana to the vast and wondrous Wyoming where our first stop will be Yellowstone National Park.
My summer was completely over. I love my grandma and everything, but she had just ruined what I had been looking forward to the ENTIRE year.
As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
It was my fault, no one else’s, the time where failure hit harder than someone beating a drum. End of spring 2013 I found out that I was repeating the grade all over again, never have I imagined myself being in that position till that year. Leading up to this was beginning of ninth grade year, terrified knowing that I wasn't going to know anybody I was going to be alone. I went through so much emotionally it began to show the first few weeks of high school. Constantly having anxiety attacks where I end up staying the entire day in the office since I kept crying eyes out.
This area of the world is so foreign to my Oklahoma life; it infuses me with awe, and with an eerie feeling of being strongly enclosed by huge mountains, and the mass of tall trees. However, when my foot first steps onto the dusty trail it feels crazily magical. The clean, crisp air, the new smell of evergreen trees and freshly fallen rain is mixed with fragrances I can only guess at. It is like the world has just taken a steroid of enchantment! I take it all in, and embrace this new place before it leaves like a dream and reality robs the moment. As I turn and look at my family, I was caught by my reflection in their impressions. The hair raising mischief in the car was forgotten and now it was time to be caught up in this newness of life. It was as if the whole world around us had changed and everyone was ready to engulf themselves in it. The trickling of water somewhere in the distance and the faint noise of animals all brought the mountains to