Personal Narrative Essay: My Road Trip

Road Trip
"Hurry Up! We are already two hours behind than our scheduled time."
There goes my dad again reminding us how slow we are in getting ready in the mornings, but this time there was a slight of irritation. I mean I completely agree with him. I'm ready to go. "Seriously, Jay? Give me ten more minutes. All I need to do is brush my hair and we can go." My mom replied across from the master bedroom, but instead of brushing her hair, she continued to put lipstick on. My dad sighed that why-even-bother sigh in response.
After almost another hour of passing, my dad notified me, with relief covering his face, "Grab your stuff. We are going." I quickly grabbed the bag holding the canon and straight to the door. Off we go.
The car trip from Osan to Kunsan was two hours, but halfway through the trip the car slowed down. My dad called out to us, "This is Kunsan Air Force base. I was stationed here probably around 2000. Those were the partying days, but it was also when I met your mother." I looked at the rusty gate. It almost looked black, cold and descending. After knowing it has a special meaning, the gate almost seemed welcoming.

"That is not what happened!" My mother looked at us. "It was him that was chasing me. I was a hit with the younger man back then." So much confidence was seeping out in that sentence. I looked at my mother with awe and in a different light. I have never seen them like this nor heard their story before. I wanted to know more.
"Who pursued who? I want to know. You guys never told us before." My curiosity and impatience were