Personal Narrative

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

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