The Best Family Vacation Ever
“Finally,” I said as I fell onto my bed. “My own bed.” I had not slept in my own bed for two weeks. Why? I had just returned from the biggest adventure of my life. My family, including my dad, my step-mom, both of my little brothers, my aunt, two of my cousins, my grandmother, and I, had all rented a fifty foot RV and traveled out west. But let me back up about two months.
It was April 2011, and my dad and I were planning the biggest trip we had ever taken. We were planning out everything. The route we were going to take, the places where we were going to stop , and even who was driving each section of the trip was known in advance. The plan was to leave the first first Sunday in June and just drive. Now, my brothers and I were told that we had to pay for all of our souvenirs ourselves, so naturally we started doing anything we could to get money to save for the trip. While my brothers were little and stuck doing petty chores around the house, I was mowing yards up and down my street and really bringing in some cash, at least I thought I was. Within a few weeks I had $150 saved up for anything I wanted to buy while we were gone, and I was ready to go
Well, the time had finally come. It was the first weekend in June, and I was frantically trying to get my bags packed because we were leaving the next morning. When I did finish packing and went to bed, I could not sleep. I was so excited that I was finally getting to go see so many of the places I wanted to see all in one trip. When I woke up the next morning my dad had already left to go pickup the RV. My brothers and I could not wait for him to get back so we could inspect the RV and call dibs on sleeping arrangements. We were all sitting on the porch with our bags. When the sound of the diesel engine became audible, my brothers and I couldn't contain our excitement. We met my dad at the door as he climbed out of the behemoth that was now sitting in our driveway. The...