Personal Narrative: My Trip To San Diego

Last fall break I took a trip to San Diego with my mom, my dad, and my best friend Juliana. Her and I are two peas in a pod. I remember almost every detail from that trip. We rented this quaint blue house that had a stable door in the front. The top half of the door could open separately from the bottom, and it had a charming kitchen with a such a big fridge that when it opened you felt like the house was leaning with the door. The room Juliana and I stayed in was just as cute as the rest of the house It had a white closet that was in the wall, two twin beds with soft pink and blue blankets on them, an old white dresser, and a tiny window next to the dresser that had smudges of dirt on it. The house was a little run down but it was perfect the way it was. The memory of this trip will forever be kept in my mind, from playing volleyball with my feet on the cold sand and hearing the

Juliana and my mom got in the ocean fine, and I felt a little better about it. I had to get in the kayak first because the lightest went in the front. I was waiting for my dad to hop in when WHAM!!! Salt water goes into my mouth, a wave just crashed into me. This happened twice more until we got out into sea to join the others. Once we got on the ocean it only got a little harder. We had to constantly paddle to be moved, we had to go against the ocean and make sure we wouldn't get tipped over, I would have gotten terrified if we would have fallen over. My hand was starting to get sore so i decided to put it in the water. Once I did this I felt totally at peace, I don’t know how to explain it. The cool water was being flowed through my hand, I could see fish in the bottomless ocean, the sun was shining down on me and I could feel a cool breeze drifted. In that moment, time stopped. I realised that even in the smallest times you can find simplicity in the world if you just take time to