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Personal Narrative: My Trip To North Carolina

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Traveling to another state is, for many people, a fun and unforgettable experience. When I was 5-7 years old several family members and I would go on an annual, week long, summer trip to North Carolina each year. It was my third time going to North Carolina and the events that took place during that short week made our trip one of the most problematic but yet the best trip I have been on. This particular year I was 7 years old. My dad, my step mom, my cousin Genna, my dad 's good friend Clint, and of course myself all got up at 2 a.m. to leave for North Carolina. After about 10 hours of long sleepless driving, we made it to our cabin. Of course, we had already had a minor problem. My cousin Genna had left her flip flops at my house on the rush …show more content…

We decided to drive half an hour to Sliding Rock and although the trip was as curvy as a slithering snake, I wasn’t about to pass up a trip just because of my horrid car sickness. So we hopped into the rental car and made our way to Sliding Rock. We drove for what felt like hours and we were so close I could feel myself getting more and more anxious. Things went really down hill, Genna suddenly got severely sick and threw up all over the floor of the rental car. I was so disgusted I almost jumped out of the moving car. We pulled over and started cleaning out the car while Genna cried her eyes out and repeated,”I want my mommy”. While my father was cleaning out the car, Clint accidently peed all over a yellow jackets nest. What seemed like thousands of yellow jackets swarmed and me, being the uneducated first grader I was, stood in front of the car screaming and getting stung by these livid bugs while everyone else sat in the car yelling,”Hannah get into the car”. I ended up with welts on my face from being stung but I just cried the pain away and thought to myself,”Hannah, it will all be worth is as soon as we get to Sliding Rock”. This worked too, because once I was in the freezing cold water, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Although Genna didn’t enjoy the nice cold water and cried the whole time, I still enjoyed myself and laughed at her for being a

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