“New Mexico?” I asked my Mom who had streaming red hair, a wide gleaming smile, and icy blue eyes.
“No honey, not New Mexico.” my Mom as she stirred the Macaroni and Cheese.
“Then where are we going?” I asked looking at her.
“That’s for you and your sister to figure out.” She said with a smile.
A couple days ago, my sister Jasmine and I were told that we were going on a trip and that we had to figure out where we were going without any clues. We had racked our brains trying to conjecture all the places our nine and seven-year-old brains could remember. Such as New Mexico.
“How about- “
“How about you go get your father, dinner will be soon.” as she carried the pan to the sink.
“Okay!” I said as I walked out of our small red kitchen,
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“No, I don’t need anything.” I said.
“Okay sweetie, get some rest, and we will get there soon, just wanted to check on you.” said my Mom.
“Okay, Mom.” I said, “See you soon, I love you!”
“Love you too.” She responded. Then there was a click and phone flashed green again. I put the phone on the nightstand and laid down on the bed and stared at the white ceiling for what it had seemed like forever. I woke up two hours later, startled because I had forgotten where I was at. I heard voices coming from the living and thought to myself “People must already be here.” I get up and I put my favorite ocean blue, fuzzy dress and stumbled out the door and I ran into my mom.
“Hi mom!” I said looking at her.
“Hi Alexis.” She said looking down at me “Um, there’s nothing really going on right now, or at least not a lot of fun stuff. You might want to stay in there, I would have liked to stay in there, to be honest. Your sister was skipping in here for about ten minutes straight.
“Oh, okay.” I said, turning around towards the direction of my bedroom.
“But, wait!” My mom exclaimed “I actually came to go get you, there is something that we have to tell you before it’s too late. I hope you’re not too sick for
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“Nope.” He said as he handed us a square box covered in yellow birthday paper. I alleged, “Why are we opening a present? It’s not Christmas or our birthdays.” Then, Jasmine tears open the parcel and there was a bright red bucket and two floaties with the colors of beach balls. As we were surrounded by family, the excitement rose as our mom handed us a flimsy book with a mysteries piece of white printer paper.
“No.” I thought, “This is not happening, this cannot be real. How is this possible, this great. It’s awesome I- “
“DISNEY WORLD!” Jasmine shrieked as she soared, what it has seemed like 100 feet off of the couch. “We are going to go to Disney World!”
“On Friday, you guys are leaving.” Our mom said laughing.
“We’re going to Disney World, we’re going to Disney World!” I chanted as more and more excitement filled inside me, as quickly as helium fills balloons. “But, I thought you said we weren’t gonna go Disney World.”
“I said we weren’t going.” Our mom said gently “But, I didn’t say that you weren’t going. We can’t go because your brother is too
“Oh, goody!” A shrill voice came from the speakers that were hung on large, wooden poles throughout the horror attraction. “New, food - I mean new, friends to play
The learning vacation has begun, this year my grandmother didn’t let me pick where we would take our annual summer trip. I begged and I pleaded to please let us go to Disney World. But she insisted that we go on a “learning vacation.” So instead of heading south to see Mickey, we are driving North to the Theodore Roosevelt National Park in North Dakota. I know more about Mickey Mouse than Theodore Roosevelt and I would rather go to Disney.
“Mom knock it off, I’m going to be fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” I said.
As aforementioned Pausch provides advice from experience, but he loves to bring up his childhood dreams, “when I was eight years old, my family went on a cross-country trips to see Disneyland.” (51). Just “two
I remember a day when I was walking in the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my best friend. The smell of popcorn and candy and the feeling of excitement from the little kids coming for the first time with the grandparents just enjoying the family experience. We were walking down the winding stone pathways, waiting for our next adventure at every turn. Trying not to leave our parents behind, we ran ahead enough to be in eyesight, but we were going at our own pace. He and I stood amazed at the sight of the gigantic rides as their shadows were cast down over us. The mini-shops and food stand would attract our little noses at the sight and smell of every peculiar food and trinket imaginable. My Friend, Rhett, suggested we go try a roller coaster. At first, I thought he was just joking around trying to scare me. I asked him what he really wanted to do and after that I realized that he wasn’t joking.
“Please mom, please let me go. Jamie already bought the tickets and it’s my birthday. C’mon why can’t I go?”, I nagged trying to convince my mom to let me go to a concert my friend was taking me too. Well, not really.
“Oh yes, mama! Our new house is perfect!” A finger pointed to the overgrown corner of the yard. “And I found a secret place, and a new friend!”
“M-m-my mom, she passed out and won’t respond,” I said trying to keep myself steady.
“ Yeah but you don't speak Spanish. It’s like we cant let in a white girl even if she speaks really good Spanish and we cant let you in because even though you are kind of Mexican you don't speak Spanish, you just wouldn't get it.”
I see young mothers waddling after their toddlers with their projected pregnant stomachs, and the men calling each other slang terms that are deemed “manly.”
The storm erupted minutes after Casey returned to the main highway. Lightning streaked in double succession sideways and downwards in a fantastic show of Mother Nature’s wrath.
Startled by your mother's remark, you quickly blurt. "I'm still not feeling well. Is it alright, if I stay here a little longer to recover?"
She let out a small shriek of excitement before calming down and putting on a more playful, serious voice. “Dinner will be ready at three o’clock.” Why does Thanksgiving dinner always have to be early in the afternoon? “Don’t be late,
“Ugh, I don’t know! Can I just go to bed? I’m exhausted,” my aunt said in desperation.
"Yeah, I did! I wonder what it could be," she added with that loving smile that only she could give.