I Love My Car-Personal Narrative

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I went to Disney World in the summer and it was my first time there so I was really excited. Me and my mom had the all inclusive package and the food there was amazing. We stayed for 1 week and we got to see everything. My favorite ride was Test Track where you could make your own car and then you got to go through all the stages in this simulator ride to see if your car passed. My favorite park that went to was Epcot. People have said that I am great at reading and can pronounce and read difficult words. ELA is not my favorite subject. Mostly because I do not really like ELA. I used to read a lot when I was 6 and 7 years old. Now I don’t really enjoy reading as much as I used to. I have trouble understanding which words are adjectives, nouns,

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