Personal Narrative: My Trip To Six Flags

Walking into our hotel room the lingering odor of smoke hit us, and outside we could hear our neighbor on the phone fighting with what seemed to be his wife. Only after five minutes of being there we quickly made the decision that this is not where we will be staying. We walked back through the heat looking for a different hotel, and we found one. One that looked clean and inviting. After taking long well needed naps, we all woke up and had to face the situation of how we were going to get home.

Whenever I pulled up at his house I had gotten to hang out but then we went to bed. The next morning whenever I woke up we made Eggs, Bacon, Sausage, and Toast. We were going to eat outside because it was so nice. One thing that we had to make sure of was that we put on our bug spray because of the bad mosquitoes out there. “The breakfast was AMAZING!” “Now we are going to the beach, Jaxon screamed!”

I remember when my whole family went on a fishing trips. I remember when there was a big storm and the power went out and I was terrified. I remember the time I brought snacks to school and I tripped and my cookies went flying everywhere. I remember being so shy at conferences with my parents. I remember when my dance team got first place at our competition.

Man, i loved this place! I remember chatting with cute elderly couples, bringing them fresh-made pancakes for breakfast. I really enjoyed it. My problems started when we landed in the airport of Pensacola, Fla. I found, to my horror, that the folder with my passport, social security card and cash has gone!

The boat staff cut of the fish and now we needed to go back to the hotel room. The next day which is the day before we leave Florida we decided to binge out because the whole week we've been doing things. I slept in late obviously and so did my brother. When we woke up we got into our our bathing suits to go in the pool and the hot tub, Plus it's outdoors. We got out a couple minutes later because my mom gathered some breakfast from the lobby for us.

Who doesn’t love waking up to the smell of fresh pancakes cooking and the sound of them sizzling while your mouth waters imagining the taste of them as they drown in maple syrup? Most Americans love that, as it is known as the most common breakfast food alongside the famous bacon and eggs. Americans love breakfast food so much to the point where it is sometimes eaten for every meal. But, it wasn’t always this way, because even just a century ago, the average breakfast consisted of something simple like a slice of toast and coffee. So, what changed?

Today's minimum day so we we're dismissed at twelve noon. The squad decided not to go anywhere today as we were going out everyday since last week — going to one's house after another just to have a movie marathon and nap. The first thing I did as I got home from the academy is drop my backpack on a chair in my room. I changed into comfortable clothes and threw my worn clothes in the laundry basket. I went to the kitchen and opened a bag of Honey Butter Chips before going back to my room and letting my body fall backwards onto the bed.

Friday, April 19, 2013, took place when I was in fifth grade, a month away from leaving the elementary school I had grown to love. I woke up later than normal because I had an operation scheduled for my knee, for it had loose ligaments that caused the kneecap to slip out of place. The first time that my kneecap popped out of joint took place when I stepped down the stairs at my grandma’s house on a cold November night. From that point on, I had to be extra careful in gym class. One time I ended up kicking a ball in Big Base and fell down because my knee had popped.

I am excited to be able to add another food option for Luke. The sight of Luke being able to pick up his cheerios and eat it on his own, warms my heart. Luke is my proof that I have played my mother role. Raising Luke made me afraid to ever mess up because it might affect him. He often sits up to watch television, he loves Elmo!

My final stop on my memory tour is down the hall in my parents’ bedroom. I came in here early every morning and woke them up. As I look out the windows, I can see the pool where my sister spent most of her time on an inner tube trying to get as dark as she could, while I would swim along the bottom, looking for my make-believe treasures. At night, the deck became our place to relax and