One long summer weekend, my grandmother and grandfather took our entire family on a vacation to Wisconsin Dells. With 24 people sleeping underneath the large, green-shingled, and log cabin roof arguments were bound to transpire. Along with arguing, we would run out of pizza, and someone always seemed to bang his or her head or fall. While no major injuries ever occurred or at the Dells, our idiotic jokes showed the true love and meaning of family. Besides this summer trip, the only time the entire family was together again was holidays. Something special was always at the Dells, but for years it never dawned on me. Every summer I still get excited to take this family trip to Wisconsin Dells. Being with all of my cousins was one of the best parts about going on this summer vacation every year. Besides family, so many other cool things occurred over the duration of the four-day weekend trip. First of all, my entire family stayed in one large cabin where there was a movie theater. I guess I once thought the movie theater was the best part of the whole trip. Along with spending time at our cabin, the entire family and myself would head over to the Wilderness waterparks. I remember the disappointment on being tall enough to go on the large water rides. It seemed the negative effects of the vacation always related and centered on me, but …show more content…
I did not think summer would be complete without this annual trip. Instead of carpooling to Wisconsin, we were all carpooling to the University of Iowa Hospital to visit Grandpa. Even though this was a different type of gathering, we were all together joined by love and laughter. That year, we did not go to the Wilderness. With Grandpa’s vision being affected we stayed away from the Wilderness for three
Many of the adventures and memories around the secluded pond in southern Indiana faded away with the summer sun, but the wholesome values passed on to me are immensely more important than any formula will ever be. Through everything that my family has overcome, hardship and triumph, every summer we are able to gather under the pavilion. As we walk away on Sunday evening, we are inspired by the heroic tradition of our family, and also motivated to be as brave and courageous as the family members that came before
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
One day when I was five years old I recall my grandfather asking "Steve, why don't, you go with us to Minnesota next week?" My grandfather was a very important person to me, until he died in 1986. I spent every possible moment of my life either with him or thinking about him. Everything he loved, I loved, and vice-versa. Being bored with my present lifestyle in Peoria and excited about traveling with my grandfather, I took up his offer. After a day long car ride with my father, uncle, and grandparents, I arrived at the location that would forever influence and inspire my life: Lost Lake, Minnesota.
One of the best family trips that I have been on occurred when I was about 8 years old. My family and I were invited to go on a 4th of July camping trip to Telluride by some family friends that have 5 kids the same ages as our kids. Several other good friends were also invited to join us. We prepared our camping gear, loaded up the car and hooked up our trailer with our Polaris Ranger. The long drive to Telluride was 7 hours and it felt like it took forever because we were so excited to arrive. Even though the drive up their wasn’t fun at all, the reward was great.
The 4th of July is supposed to be an extremely fun, and patriotic time as an American holiday. However, I found it hard at the time to believe that this year’s 4th of July was going to be as joyful as the ones that have preceded it, especially with the events that have recently happened. Although our grandpa’s health had been steadily declining over the past few years, we certainly did not expect his health to suddenly dive down drastically, forcing our family and relatives to take him to the hospital. The reasons why our grandpa’s health had skydived wasn’t exactly pinpointed, but it was safe to presume that it was a combination due to old age, and a myriad of other health problems common in the elderly. It was an agonizing sight for my family, and even more so for my parents, to see that their father was in the condition that he was in at the time. The sounds of sobbing and crying filled the room, along with the beeps of medical equipment; the taste of our own tears also find its way into our minds, and effectively, our tongues. As we lamented the state of health our grandfather was in, my family and I closed in and hugged him tightly, and even being in an almost paralyzed state, we could see him tearing up, which would penetrate my mind, and leave a mark in my memory for a long time to come.
America, Almost every single person on earth has a dream of living in a country full of freedom, liberty, and opportunity. The United States has been providing these benefits ever since it was founded a few hundred years ago. So when I found out that my family would be coming to America, I had already started planning my future of growing up here. Just like any other person, I was feeling enthusiastic and a little nervous of leaving my native country and coming to America to start a better life. I was completely lost in my thoughts of happiness, that I became unaware of all the difficulties that my family and I would face once we step into our new lives. Among these difficulties were the change of language, change of system, and the variety of different cultures.
It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
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... dad’s family in Indiana, I know that there is nowhere else I would rather be. To see the sights, to smell the smells and to live the moments is something that is very dear to me. Maybe it is the fact that I can go the entire week without a shirt on and not be looked down upon; maybe it is only having to eat, sleep, and live; or maybe it is the time that I spend with my dad’s side of the family. I do not know the exact reason why, but I know that the time spent at the Graver campout is something to behold and cherished by all. Also the jokes of the week are funny, plus preserving the male Graver spirit is great. I can safely say that the week goes by the fastest, but sadly takes the longest to get here. We are in a utopia for a single week and maybe one day our simple camping style will become the world’s way of living, it would just make the world a better place.
I was born and raised in New York City and lived there until the summer of 2008. In the 14 years of living in New York City, I had numerous events that influenced my life. Each event serves as a memory of something that once was. Trying to decide which memorable event from my past to write about is difficult because many of the events in my life have shaped me into the person I am. To narrow down an event, I am choosing to write about my experience of attending Green River Preserve summer camp located in North Carolina, where I learned to appreciate nature and all the living things around me.
Going on a road trip with my family means the world to me. We drove to another state during summer vacation, and it was by far the best road trip I have ever been on. My family and I were able to go to many fun places. We ate so many exotic and delicious foods as well. Yet most importantly, I spent time with my family and their friends. It was the day when my family and I went to California for our summer vacation.
To the society’s relief, the terrifying month of August was passing quickly. After four disastrous tornados swept through Picher, Oklahoma, the city had become a desolate area with a total population of ten people. Among these ten people, I, Courtney Turner, and my family, father Robert Sanchez, mother Ava Sanchez, and husband Zack Turner, make up forty percent of the city’s population. Due to the weather, it seems to have been decades since I last seen my parents; however, as of today my spirits are boosted to an all time high because my father called and asked if Zack and I would like to come over for a family reunion. Of course, I accepted their invite and immediately demanded Zack to get ready for our reunion.
Throughout someone’s life they will go to many places with their family, friends, another relatives. I have been on a few vacations that have made a lasting impact on my life. But one of the most memorable vacations I have experienced was with my cousins. I went to goa beach. Most of you probably don’t know about that beach but it is a very famous one in south India. I enjoyed myself to the fullest. The beach environment was enlightening. I would not have wanted to take this trip with anyone other than my cousins. We had a great time on the ocean sands and swimming in the ocean everyday made this vacation unforgettable.
One of the most enjoyable things in life are road trips, particularly to the Colorado mountains. Getting to spend time with your family and friends, while being in a beautiful place, is irreplaceable. The fifteen-hour road trip may feel never-ending, but gazing at the mountains from afar makes life’s problems seem a little smaller and causes worries to become a thing of the past. Coming in contact with nature, untouched, is a surreal experience. My family trip to the Colorado mountains last summer was inspiring.
My most memorable family vacation took place two years ago. We went to Corsica, a French island situated in the south of France right next to Italy. I remembered waking up early excited to visit this new land. Used to take long flights, I was surprised to arrive to the destination after a one-hour flight. Even though the flight was short for me, it was stressful for my mom, she has never felt secured in a plane, probably due to the fact that she is afraid of height. When finally arrived at the destination, the dry and warm weather was there to welcome us. We all felt relief, and knew that this was the beginning of the summer. Excited, we had a lot of activities planned for the few weeks, me and my father could not wait to dive in the clear