Personal Narrative: My Trip To Venezuela

I had always heard my parents talk about the country where they were raised, Venezuela. I had wondered what it was like there since I had never been. All of my family lived there and I had never seen them. One day near Christmas break my mom asked me “David, would you like to see your family this Christmas?” As I looked up at her in excitement the thought of being able to see everybody went across my mind. I responded “That would be awesome mom!” She looked at me with a smile on her face and walked to her computer without saying another word. When winter break finally came, I went home and set my backpack on the floor ready to have two weeks of no school. Since I came home early my mom was still working, so I went upstairs to play some video games. When 5 p.m. rolled around my mom pulled up to the driveway. I got up and got ready to greet her. When she walked through the door I gave her the usual hug and she asked me how my day was. Like always I gave the response “It was good.” When six o’clock came my dad pulled into the driveway. We all sat down for dinner and ate like usual. When I finished my dinner I thanked my mom for the food but before I was able to leave she said “David when you go upstairs pack your stuff for a trip.” I looked at her with a look of

I remember playing soccer for hours and having the best time of my life. Finally Christmas came around, and in Venezuela firework laws aren’t very strict. My cousins and I went out and started lighting fireworks. This was the first time I had ever done this, I was so happy. To close out the night a tradition in Venezuela is to take a scarecrow, cover it in gasoline and blow it up. This is to represent our fears being destroyed. It was the first time I had ever been so close to an