From A Memoir: My Trip To California

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Memoir Paper My mom came into my room at 3:30 in the morning because I had to finish packing and getting ready. Henk and Lizzie was going to pick us up in an hour to take get to the airport. I have been waiting for this day for a while now. I was so tired but I didn't care that I had to get up that early, I just wanted to get there. I haven't been to California before and was looking forward to being on the beach. We were meeting more people at the airport that was coming along with us. The flight really wasn't that long but I haven't been on a plane since I was 5 and I was 16 now, so I was kinda nervous about riding a plane. At least I wasn't as nervous as Todd because he has a big fear of being on planes. We boarded the plane and I started to not get so nervous because it was too late to freak out now. We landed in Denver, Colorado where we waited for our plane to take us straight to California. It felt like the whole day was going by so fast but slow at the same time. …show more content…

We all were getting very mad and very hot because they shut off the air conditioner. Just thinking were in California and Its HOT. We all were sitting in there for like and hour, just because Obama wanted to land. When we eventually got off the plain and went to get our rental cars. We took the airport bus thing to get us there. Lets just say that I probably got whiplash. California traffic is horrible. We got our cars and headed to the hotel that we were going to stay in for eight days. We all wanted to get to the beach, we didn't have anything else to do the rest of the day. We quickly unpacked but then Henk told us that we should probably get some food for everyone. Well Brittany, Lizzie, Caleb and I really didn’t want to walk around a store. We wanted to go to the beach. The only good thing was California was two hours behind Iowa, so we still had a lot of daytime

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