My Favorite Trip

The first reason why I would love to go to Florida is because of the food. I have never been there so I have not eaten there yet, but I hear that they have awesome food so I want to see if it is good as they say it is or not. Plus, they have seafood.

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

It was the last day of our summer vacation in Dallas, Texas. After a week of scorching heat and sunburns, we were ready to head home. It was early in the morning and the sun was beginning to stretch its arms getting ready for the day. Our suitcases were packed and we began to get ready for the long trip back home to Michigan. We loaded the car filling every empty space in the trunk with luggage. As we finished, we got into the car and drove to the lobby of the hotel to return the keys from our rooms. All of us waited in the car besides my step father who went to check us out of the hotel. The rest of us stayed in the car waiting and eating the continental breakfast from the hotel. Once my family and I were all situated in the car as my dad began speaking. “I want to take you all somewhere before we leave,” he announced, looking into the rear-view mirror back at us. My brother and I weren’t acknowledging what he said and we continued the movie we were watching in the car assuming that he was taking us to visit another relative or a restaurant.

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

My father said “Samuel, you awake?”, I thought the best option was to not reply so I can insinuate that I was sound asleep. But then he did it repeatedly with the knocks getting louder and louder like gunshots, the best option was to reply in a tired tone so I would not make him worried and think something tragic happened if I was not replying. He told me “Samuel get ready we’re leaving in about an hour and a half”. He said it in such a joyful tone since we were going to get grandma. I started to feel regret in my decision, I would feel terrible if he knew I was going to delay us going on the plane flight. But then I remembered the whole reason I was doing this in the first place, my fear took over me and that feeling of regret went away in a flash. I told my dad “I'M NOT GOING!” I must have woken up every living member of that house because one of my Spiderman action figures fell off the shelf when I made that proclamation. My dad sounded so angry when I spoke those words, his footsteps were loud walking to his room. All i could hear is my dad shuffling through his things and stuff falling, he ran towards my room yelling “WHERE IS THE KEY!”. I was scared of my father at that point, i had the key in my hand but i was shaking so much that i dropped the key and i could tell that my father knew I had it in my possession. He started yelling at me through the door telling me that this flight was very

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

Florida has always known to have many of the best cities and beaches. Out of all the cities, St. Augustine, has been like a second home to me. St. Augustine is known to be a popular place in Florida. I went to St. Augustine in the summer of 2015, and I want to go back. Florida holds the prettiest beaches in the United States. St. Augustine is my favorite place because of the pretty beaches, many fun activities, and the interesting history about the place.

Florida is one of the most surreal and beautiful places I have ever been to. When I first arrived in Florida the atmosphere around me changed immediately, but it was an amazing change. Once I exited my small car I had been crammed in for hours, I felt the fresh-beach air hit my face. Inside I felt like a totally different person than how I feel in Wisconsin. As we stepped up to my beach house door, I felt anxious to see what was

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

I jumped through the kitchen door with the intent of regaling my family with a tale of the firetrucks and ambulances which raced by me during the bike ride in pursuit of their own mångata, but the thought elapsed as trivially and quickly as the vehicles had passed me on the road. Instead, I waved at Mom and Dad watching TV in the living room and headed upstairs to the rhythm of the sirens stuck in my ears. I've always abided by the theory that my bedroom should be a zone solely of relaxation, so I was a little startled to hear the phone binging: “Jake Robertson just died in a car accident,” the screen told me. I pulled up the covers, and my head hit the pillow before the truth hit my

From childhood to now, going to Florida has played an important part in my relationships, culture, and personality. I think that the trips to Florida started when my little brother was born. Having to take care of two toddlers and an infant and work full time was hard on my parents so, my aunt offered to take me and my sister home with her for a while. Being in Florida was slightly unnerving because my sister and I were alone. We sneaked into each other's beds, comforted one another, and told lame jokes to get rid of homesickness. Eventually, when my little brother was old enough and he joined in on the fun. The three of us had the best times in Florida. We ate foods like Haitian pate, diri ak djon djon, pikliz, fried plantains and other Haitian

We went there for a Bearfoot family reunion, Bearfoot is my grandmas’ maiden name. We don’t really have the money to fly there so we drove 18 hours cross country. This is where I got the title “traveling through the states” from because we didn’t really stop and visit every state we went through; we just drove through all of them. We had to drive though seven states including Florida and Pittsburgh, the states that we had to drive through were Florida, because we live in the middle of the state near the bottom, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, and finally Pennsylvania. When we got there we stayed with my grandpa who lives alone in a small apartment in a not so great neighborhood. The actual family reunion was on an island that some of my family have cottages on that they stay at during summer. One of the reasons that they wanted to have the reunion is because my grandma has brain cancer so they wanted the family to be completely together before she died from it which she

Then, we finally, arrived at Windsor,Colorado and for the first time ever in my whole life I was actually excited to see my cousins and I actually had a talk with them about the experience something i have never done before so all and all I say it was a pretty good

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular