Personal Narrative: My Road Trip To Houston

I was born in New York City New York City was a cool place to be at. I left New York City at a young age The reason I had to leave New York City is because my dad had a better job position in Houston Texas with more pay and besides he didn 't like the cold weather anyway. At first my mom didn 't want to leave her family in New York. My dad to beg her to move to Houston.

The final bags were filled with extras ( toothbrush, toothpaste, food, etc.).The car was very empty on the way there. My dad was driving. My mom was in the passenger seat and I was in the back with my sister.     On they way there we saw a really cool, broke down farm. It was still up and running but, it didn 't have any animals.

Imagine that it’s summertime, year 1955 in Chicago. You are 14 years old and your uncle wants you to ride on a train with him and your cousins down south, Mississippi to be exact, because he has been asked to conduct a funeral. You are excited, not because of the funeral, but because you get to ride on a train with your family to a state you have never seen before. The very thought of spending any part of your summer in a new place, should not only excite you, your mind should be racing with anticipated joy of seeing a new place, meeting new people and experiencing new things. Towards the end of your trip, you should be anxious to return home, knowing that you will have lots of fun stories to tell your family and friends.

When officer toke me to Roberto school I was scared but when Roberto got into the car too we were both scared and nervous because we didn't know what they were going to do to us but we know we were going to get deported but like 10 minutes later we got to are apartments but then he told us where we lived then we said follow us.while we were walking we tried to escape we tried and sprint but they caught up, so we had to show then then we got to are door step and knock on the door and my parents open it and they said where are your green card and we said

I’ve completed my move to Houston. I traded in my Maryland license for a Texas one. With that said, I’ve found a new church home. I joined Wheeler Avenue Baptist Church on January 13th. The church is very similar to STCF.

The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin

Counting down time packing up clothes in about ten minutes we would be going to Corpus Christi Texas. My sister and I were born. We lived there until I was a year old and until my sister was four. Then when we arrived we would go see my uncle Mike.

First off, we commenced our long trip with a very long drive. The drive was twenty hours, which is forty hours total if you include the drive back. Unfortunately, I tend to get very nauseous on road trips, so as you can imagine that was not the way I wanted to start off the trip. Although, we did go through Kentucky, so we stopped by the Kentucky Derby Museum. This was five years ago, so I don’t really remember this very well.

One day in July, my Aunt Beeh asked me and my sister Tiffany if we could pick up her daughters’ from their dads’ house in Atlanta. We both knew that our mom wouldn’t have a problem with us taking a day trip to Atlanta. However we knew our dad would say no. Our mom just told us “Just tell him you’re going halfway to pick them up.” And that’s exactly what we did.

If I decided that I was going to go shopping or go on vacation with my friends, I would just decide to do it. Of course, I figured out that I could not keep this up forever very quickly. Once I decided to move to the United States I realized that I would have to take care of my finances first, because I didn’t have

When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”

One city that grasps my attention is Dallas, Texas. Dallas Texas is a tourist attraction. It is the perfect getaway for a family who is looking for enjoyment and excitement. Dallas Texas is known for its different activities, restaurants and shopping places. Being bored in Dallas, Texas is never a problem; there are many different activities to engage in.

Maybe one day everyone can visit my hometown and see what I fell in love with. The things that I did growing up and I do now. Growing up in Texas is probably one of the best things I have ever experienced in my life.

Who wouldn’t love to go to California? Going to California could be the most enjoyable moment of your life, why don’t you try it out! Going to California was by far my favorite vacation, I got to see the Hollywood sign, go to Disney Land, and get in the Pacific Ocean. I always saw the Hollywood sign on television but now I got to see it in person with my own eyes! It was exciting to see the Hollywood sign

Candy wrappers were in the floor, old water bottles still in the cupholders, and jackets, basketballs, and bags piled in the back. It didn’t matter though because we were about to have the time of our lives. The first hour was boring as always. It was boring mostly because there was no new roads to drive or sights to see. It was along first hour, too.