Personal Narrative: My Trip To Catalina Island

It was a warm, sunny, Fall day and I jumped out of bed because I knew we were going on a trip, but I didn’t know where. My parents took my sister and me to the KCI airport in my mom’s white Denali. We were quietly sitting at the airport when my parents told us that we were going to Disney World. My sister and I were jumping up and down with excitement knowing that an exciting trip was just around the corner.

During our paddle, I saw sea otters, sea lions, humpback whales, and tons of fish. I was fascinated and didn’t want to leave. Next, I tried a new activity I never thought I could do; mountaineering. I said I was going to stay back, but mom pushed me to try it even though I was scared of heights.

I could, of course, go across the world and enjoy peace and quiet, but that idea was not my heart’s desire. I imagined going somewhere more lively that I could look back on and re-live years down the road. An eventful trip to Walt Disney World or perhaps a fun-filled trip on the streets of Gatlinburg, TN from December twentieth to the twenty-sixth sounds like the perfect get-away. After all, a trip during christmas can not possibly disappoint. After studying the cost of food, hotels, and excursions, it is still rather difficult when it comes down to deciding between two exciting vacations.

Several year ago I went to visit friends in california. I had the time of my life and I hope to move their one day. We went 2 san fransisco while we was there and got to tour a old battleship we also eat tons of delishous seafood. We visited yosemite national park which is the most butiful thing Ive ever seen.The last thing we did was go to Pismo Beach and we stayed there for a week. I cant wait to go back to that gr8 place.

One day when I was visiting Tahoe my mom called a family meeting and she said we were all as a family going to move to Incline Village. I started crying on the inside but on the outside I was showing much exitement. I felt really sad but I didn’t want to disappoint my mom so I never told her.

If you go more than three generations up in your ancestral line, you no longer share any blood similarities with your. This is due to the dna mixing and different family genes, so it makes sense that our ancestors are very different then us. Me being a caucasian female living Hawaii changed my life a lot more then it would have if I stayed in Canada. I never really thought I had a culture, my family says I'm a mixed plate. That always confused me because my skin is white and I grew up in Hawaii, so I just assumed I was just another hole. I couldn't me more wrong, in this paper I will talk about how my different ancestral background made me into the person I am now.

“Alright bet.” he replied. So we went to the top of the tower in the start of the park,even though it was really high up it was really awesome. I felt like an eagle up high, I could see everything. Later we jumped on a swinging boat,the floor creaked really loud. It felt like the ship would sink.

My story takes place in Santa Fe, New Mexico. A 21 year old girl, with long brunette hair with a lean tannish body to her is moving with her family to help her mom and her dad run a ranch. At the time her family was moving, Sophia was healing from a heartbreak. Her fiance and her have been engaged for year and a half. When the wedding day come around her fiance left her at the altar, and he left the country.

We were on our way to New Mexico to visit my grandparents. At this time, I lived in Texas so it was not that far and they lived by the state line of Texas, the North West side of Texas. It always took us about four hours to get there but this trip was a little different. We were in tornado season so you know where this is going it could have been like two and a half hours. Then we hear on the radio a tornado alert luckily there was a rest point with a gas station so we stopped and went inside I was only like nine years old but remember this day. Were inside the gas station and the manager tells us we have to go in the bathroom not even a minute goes by and we can hear a train like noise.

A very normal thing for kids to do from my hometown of Osage, Iowa is to go to the Mcintyre Quarry, hike up the seventy foot cliff, and then jump into the water below. Being that I am terribly afraid of both heights and water, I could never bring myself to do it. I would stay at home in the summer or find something else to do while all of my friends went. That is until one day my best friend, Chris Hanke, got me to go with him. No one else ever could’ve gotten me to go, but he guilted me into it by reminding me it was his last night in Osage, and he was moving away for college the next morning (I would still be in Osage as a senior in high school).

Two weeks before going to a Boy Scout camp, Camp Emerald Bay, in July of 2016 I had to complete the PADI prerequisites to be able to acquire my PADI scuba diver certificate. After flying down to California with my troop and my longtime friend, Brendan, we got to Camp Emerald Bay on Catalina Island. I have never really been that big into boy scouts I’ve only stayed with it for so long to obtain my Eagle Scout but I’ve always loved going to the summer camps every year. This year I was especially excited because it would be first time going scuba diving, also this wasn’t a normal boy scout camp for me as I didn’t have to stay in the same cabin as my troop which was really a blessing for me. All the people taking the scuba merit badge and the scuba diving certification stayed in their own campsite near the waterfront. Every morning throughout the week we would scuba dive in the mornings and evenings. The instructors there were great and really helpful to Brendan who is a bigger person making it harder to dive.

It all started by deciding on where we wanted to go.At first we wanted to go to the beach. Our second choice was to go to Disney World. At the end we finally made a decision on where we were going. We were finally going to Disney World I would have preferred the beach just a little bit. But at the end i'm finally able to go on a family trip. Two days have passed every day has been more and more exciting for my brother and I. My brother was so excited one day that he was already in the car because he thought that we were already heading to the airport.The night that we were leaving we had to wake up at 3:00 in the morning.The intence was when we were heading to the airport.

Hold a dumbbell in each hand. Make sure your thumbs are curled around the grips. Hold the dumbbells by your sides, palms facing forward. Keep your back straight and shoulders rolled

It was a cold Sunday morning as my mother and I headed into church. Once inside, we listened to the announcements and to our shock, there was a refugee couple that had just arrived from Cuba and needed help. We immediately went to talk to them and asked  if they felt comfortable with us helping them, which they were ecstatic about. Over the next couple of weeks we helped them find an apartment, jobs, and house necessities.

A day after Christmas, two years ago, my mom and I set out on an adventure to Nicaragua. We went with a group from our church, led by my mom. Our church supports two missionaries in Bluefields, Nicaragua so that’s how we decided to go to Nicaragua. Going down to Nicaragua was a dream for a lot of people in my church, including me, so we were heading down there quickly.