This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.
There wasn’t a red carpet, but there were pieces of roses and other flowers spread on the ground like a trail. My Uncle was the main show, as his smile was contagious to everyone, especially my mom’s. Although no one noticed or cared, I felt because of my teeth, my smile was ugly for my age. After renewing vows, we had a quick dinner before most of my cousins and my brother got a chance to try the beach. It was really great, but didn’t last as long as it should of, but the sun had already set.
Although, this was 2 years ago and now every time we go fishing I catch at least 2 to 3 fish. I went to Tennessee last summer (that’s where I’m from) and me and my friend went fishing and I beat him 7 fish and he had 0 and he got mad and threw his pole in the water and got a hook stuck in the back of his head. We immediately called his parents and took him to an Urgent Care Clinic, and it just so happens that the one we went to my mom worked at so I stayed with her in her office. My friend said he wanted me in the room with him because he was scared. After we were done there we went back to fishing and again he didn’t catch a fish neither did I but we had a fun time.
Leo and I have been driving along highway 25 for only two hours, once we left colorado springs we noticed the first of the snowflakes fall about 30 minutes out. Pulling over for that silent moment in a target parking lot. Looking back it was a pleasant short memory Leo exclaimed “Camilla ! Pull off its snowing !” “What ? I can 't see them.” “Its happening p u l l off” I turned off and got into the parking
Anton claims to have been at the Smiths house up until 4pm that day then he went and slept in a barn that night. However, Henry Bawer says to have gone to the Smiths house at 2pm the sunday of the homicide and he stayed an hour, therefore, when Henry left Anton was still there for atleast an hour between 3pm-4pm. So, I have concluded from the testimonies that the murder occurred between 3pm-4pm that sunday
When we got back into camp we were debriefed and assigned to the part of the camp where the crews that had finished slept. The last night at the camp was a good one, we headed into the small town 15 minutes away from the camp and I ordered a huge pizza and stuffed my face. Once we got back to the camp there was a closing ceremony that involved a lot of indian and scouting hokus pokus that I didn't care for, all I could think about was how I was going to be headed home in less than 12 hours. After about 2 hours of speeches and stories it was finally time for bed, and for once in my life I was ready to get up early and start the
The most memorable vacation I’ve been on was my trip to Salem, Massachusetts. It was February 2012, we left at 9pm so we could sleep all day the day before, so we could drive the 8 hours to Salem. I packed lots of long sleeved shirts, jeans, hoodies as well as heavy jackets and boots. I got my camera and I packed snacks and a cooler for drinks and sandwiches for the ride to Salem. Before we left we stop and filled the car with gas.
When I started to fight the fish, he had been close to the boat because by grandpa had been unknowingly reeling in both of our fish. A few minutes later, the fish reached the boat and everyone got to see the massive striped bass that I caught. The best part of the catch was that I did not have to do all of the work for a great fish and my grandpa had to reel in two fish and his own fish happened to be a trash fish. I kept the fish and had it for dinner the following