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Personal Narrative: My Journey To Hawaii

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2005- My parents found my name on the Cottage Hospital wall, where I was born. 2006 - The reason I went to Hawaii when I was so little, is because Americans Airlines let children under 2 years old go to any destination for free. 2007 - Kid’s Love Soccer was the first time I played soccer. I started when I was 2 years old. 2008 - My first race was in Kona, Hawaii. We won snorkel sets. Our first race was when we were 3 years old. 2012 - I remember watching the election with my babysitter Dolly. She had to do a report for her school because she was becoming a lawyer. 2012 - I went on an Italy trip when 7 years old. I remember having to carry 6 suitcases around Venice's stair bridges. Nobody would help us. 2015 - I remember someone suggested

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