Personal Narrative: My Family Vacation In The Bahamas

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The faulty television advertisements showed the Bahamas as a restful and beautiful place to go on a family vacation. That is why my parents picked it. As a typical eleven year old boy, the news had me totally excited to ride on an airplane and go out of the United States. I expected it to be the most unforgettable, magnificent vacation of my life.
My first glimpse of the Bahamas met all my expectations. It was gorgeous! There was a constant breeze and not a single cloud in the blue sky. The smell of the ocean wafted on the air. On route to our hotel, we saw the gorgeous, white sandy beaches just as advertised.
The hotel appeared quite impressive with high ceilings, marble floors, as well as, a marble front desk. Regardless of all the visual …show more content…

Meanwhile, my father had run to the hotel concierge and was instructed to buy vinegar from the little grocery store across the street. Upon his return (which seemed forever), my mother and sister quickly filled the tub with the cold vinegar. I doubted if I understood correctly, but my mother seemed to be shouting for me to sit down. Even through the pain I thought that this keeps getting worse. After a few minutes, the agony was subsiding. It slowly became tolerable enough for me to speak. I confided in my sister, “Damn, I thought I was a goner.” followed by, “Oh my God, this vinegar stinks”. I did not get much empathy even though I admit she looked a little concerned. Of course, my annoying sister could not resist such a great opportunity for long and began teasing me and tossing ice cubes into the …show more content…

I can only describe the feeling as experiencing extra hypersensitive skin covered in shards of fiberglass. OUCH!! Exhausted, I only wanted to sleep and would have to welcomed the shroud of sleep. The cool sheets seemed so inviting, but there was no way I could bear anything touching me.
The rest of the vacation was a series of mental negotiations and more pain. Could I sit on the cool leather seats in the booth for dinner? If I sat on a napkin, could I slide to my space? Could I get comfortable in bed on my side? But sleep wasn’t even a consideration after the first twenty minutes. Any movement I made in bed sent shock waves rippling through my skin to my brain. Each hour brought a new set of challenges.
The next couple of days proved to be anything but relaxing. I avoided the heat of the outdoors and jealously watched everyone else could romp in the ocean and lay on the beach. Then the thunderstorms swept in and it rained endlessly. My parents forced me to accompany them on their outings. I could not decide what was worse- the rain hitting my legs or my total depression caused by my inability to enjoy a great

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