My Life For A Road Trip

When I went to Gatlinburg, Tennessee I was with my parents, grandparents, my brother, and my cousin Savannah. I got to go to all the little shops, Dig through rocks, and I remember honking through this tunnel we drove in. I guess it was tradition. I remember going to a mini amusement park where we rode go carts. I also remember going to the Titanic museum. I remember touching the ice wall and seeing all the sunken objects. I also remember seeing the grand staircase. I remember it feeling super heavy and emotional

I was angry, confused and scared. During that first year my mom was always crying, some days never getting out of bed. Those were very dark and confusing times for us as a family. We went from always having our mom to becoming latch key kids as my mother began to put her life back together. My family had fallen apart as everything I had trusted, believed in and valued shattered.

I was driving that night, it was our monthly road trip. Our plan was to go to Maramag that day, but Carla was having a hard time getting off early from work.

I was 14 at the time and accompanying me on that trip were my parents and our neighbours, along with their son. Needless to say, that three-day journey 43 years ago was a memorable

Since the beginning, it’s been the trees. When I was very young, my mother would load my sisters and I into the car at 4am, wrap us in seatbelts, and tuck us back in with pillows and blankets. We’d sleep until the morning, and by then, half the road trip would be over. At least that was the plan. I never slept. I stayed awake to capture the moment the desert of Nevada turned into the forests of northern California so I could see the trees. Their leafy arms stretched into the dark, so tall I couldn’t see their tops, and I would feel their green comfort, a peace that they alone held the secret to.

One of the best memories for me is when we went to Great America last year. One reason for that being my best memory is because

I had a great summer vacation during the summer of 2008. My family and I went on a road trip starting from Las Vegas to Arizona. During that road trip I learned how to play another instrument, it was not easy, but it was a very special and memorable moment. It was a long drive and we have been listening to the radio which was playing the same song over and over again. So, my brother came up with an Idea and said to my parents “turn the radio off” while he pulled out a ukulele, which, to me looked like a mini guitar with less strings. He then told me “I am going to teach you how to play this by the end of the day!” I was nervous because the only instrument I knew how to play at the time was the piano, and that had no strings.

It took my mind off of what my mom was doing. Everybody was having a great time even my best friend and her boyfriend. As time went on, everybody went home at 12.00 a.m. I got home and I walked through the door and seen that the living room furniture was gone. I didn't ask any questions. I just looked at her and she knew I wanted to know what was up. The next morning I was told I had to get rid of something and the things I wanted to keep but them in a bag or box. That honestly told me that I was moving. Then I thought we were moving to another house or something. So once again I didn't question it. Has the week went on I enjoyed myself. But then my mom said “Make sure everything is packed up, your day is on the way”. All I said was okay. My boyfriend came over to help me packet and I told him “were moving to a bigger home, but I honestly don’t know”. My dad pulled up and we started putting just my stuff in the back and I was wondering why just my stuff. My mom told everybody to come inside and she told us “you and Corey ware staying with your dad”. My mom started crying which made us

It was a hot day here in Jackson. It felt like summer, but it was fall. Usually when it is this type of climate something is going to happen, for example a tornado. I was outside with my dog, while the rest of the family was inside watching television. I hear the house door open, and my mother comes out.

The best vacation of my life at the time was over, and it was time to sit for six hours in a van. My parents, siblings, and I were in a dark green 2000 Chevrolet Astro Minivan. My uncle and his family were in a black GMC Sierra. All the luggage was in vehicles, and we departed at 9 am. I still hate long road trips because of the hours and hours that I remain stuck in the car. After being in paradise for the weekend, I did not look forward to the long ride home. The weather at the time was blazing hot and extremely humid. The windows of the van felt as hot as melting lava. I was not able to touch the window with my finger for longer than 5 seconds. As a result of the

When there was 2 days till we left, we all was very excited and all were packing up our clothes into bags and suitcases. We packed our snakes and charged up our tablets so we would be ready. I can remember how hard it was to fall asleep that night, it was like I drunk 10 cups of coffee because how excited we were. The morning had finally came we all woke up very early so we would have everything ready to pack into the car and not leave anything behind. We were all waiting for my grandparents show up and pick us up so the road trip could begin. When they finally arrived we all helped load the car and off we were. The road trip was very excited we saw things that we haven’t seen before, in fact, it was the

I was six years old my when parents divorced and although I was young, I am still able to remember the day my dad officially moved out in vivid detail. He was sitting on our old, musty smelling, green couch that squeaked if pressure was applied to the back rest. I was sitting on his lap with my arms around his neck and my head on his chest. Tears dripped down our faces and in that moment I knew that things involving my family were changing in ways other families were not. Even though I did not fully understand what a divorce was or why they were divorcing, I did know that I would not wake up to him say “blank” every morning before school or was able to rub his face a day after he shaved.

After lunch Mom and Dad sat me down on the brown leather couch between the two of them.

Then it was time to go we got together we all gathered at the concenstation stand and got food and drinks. We took a couple of pictures together and said our last goodbyes before we hopped back on the road to go home. I had so much fun at that the sometimes i wish i could go back to that age at times, but now i have my own kid to raise and have family vacation with. I just

racy and I set out on a road trip to Santa Barbara to do a little site seeing and have some lunch. Having left late, we were met by huge crowds and no parking. Wanting to enjoy some time away from home, we decided to continue up the coast and go to Solvang. As we approached Solvang, we saw the sign for Sunstone Winery. Having seen pictures and hearing about their cave, it didn 't take much to convince us to stop and see what they had to offer. Driving up and walking through a vine covered archway, you are greeted by a French style Courtyards and a picnic ground where people are sitting around enjoying the outdoors with a glass of wine. To the right of the vine covered archway is a beautiful tasting room also reflecting the French motif. Across the courtyard are two large wooden doors on a stone masonry structure that is built into the side of the hill. This is the location of their barrel aging cave and is frequently used for special events by club members. Walking into the tasting room we were warmly greeted by the staff of Sunstone. As we approached the bar, Jonathan Flores introduced himself and asked if we would like to taste their wines. Who could refuse. Sunstone has 2 different tasting flights from which to select. They have the "Classic List" and the "Reserve List" to choose from. Sunstone 's primary emphasis is on Rhone and Bordeaux with red varietals being their primary focus but they do have a very nice selection of white wines. Johnathan began to