Narrative Essay On Family Field Trip

When I was 8 years old, my family and I hopped on a plane to San Francisco, California for a family field trip. It took exactly 7 hours to fly from Albany, Ga to San Francisco on the plane, but it didn’t bother me because I had food and took 2 naps during the flight. I was very excited to go to California but I wondered why we were going all the way there and not somewhere closer to Georgia. I ask my mom why we were going there, but she wouldn’t tell me; she said that it was a surprise. After the flight was over, my mom, 14 years old sister, and my 7-month-old sister, and stepfather paid a taxi driver to take us to The Ritz-Carlton, Half Moon Bay hotel. My family paid for the hotel room, and we walked to the elevator, went to our room, and unpacked. I looked around the room and admired it, it had two big clean beds, a bed/couch, a beautiful bathroom, and a great balcony which had an amazing view of the

I was the first one to get up, and took a shower, and put my black and white striped shirt, with my black jeans, and my Timberland’s. Later, my family got ready to go down stairs, and we ate breakfast; the food looked so good that I couldn’t decide between them, however, I decided and ordered the Tomato Olive Quiche’ and it tasted wonderful. After everybody was done eating, my mother told all of us why we were in California; we were there to skydive. My heart dropped, and adrenaline circulated through my veins when I heard the word “skydive”; I was silent the whole time that she was talking about it. I ask her when we are going to sky dive, and she said after we were done eating, which made my heart pound faster and my face turn red. They all got done eating, and got ready to go to the car to the place that we were supposed to skydive. We all got into the car, and they were talking about how they were excited to go skydive while I was silent during the whole