It was my last day of school before summer break and I could not wait for the day to end. I sat anxiously in my chair of my 6th grade science class staring at the clock, pleading with it to just move a little faster. My family and I were about to enjoy the first weekend of summer break camping in the San Jacinto mountains. All I could do was conjure up plans of what sort of trouble I could get into this weekend. It was my last day of school, never once did I think it could be my last day of life.
The bell finally rang. I sprung out of my chair and was the first one to leave the class. My dad, my younger sister Shari, and my older brother Kevin were waiting for me in our big golden Ford Aerostar van out in front of the school. I had already packed up everything I was going to need for our camping trip. The usual outfits that were meant to be destroyed and get dirty. I was sitting in the back of the van with Shari. She was singing out loud while listening to her walkman that seemed to never leave her side. The headphones would be expanded as far as they would go to fit over her immensely thick and curly hair. Shari was one year younger than I was so she was like my partner in crime. I was always able to coerce her into getting into trouble with me. I could not always trust her though, half of the time she would fail to complete a task I had commanded that she do, and run to our parents sobbing and tell on me. While Shari was lost in her music, my brother Kevin, who had won the privilege of riding “shotgun”, had
finally decided on his favorite radio station. He sat there enjoying the power he held over us. The power that one could only experience in that front passenger seat next to my dad, we had to listen to anything he desired. I could not wait until the next stop where we would have to switch seats and it would be my turn to ride “shotgun” and have complete control over the radio station.
We cruised up that...