My Life For A Road Trip

“Oh no,” whispered mother with her handed across her mouth. “What are we going to do?”

Stepping out of my silver 2008 Nissan Altima, the blistering heat is impossible to ignore. Feeling the moist humidity of the air along with the aggressive beating down of the sun almost immediately draws sweat. A crisp breeze washes over me, bringing forth the aromatic scent of fresh pine. The red dirt road brings an unforgettable memory of wrecking bikes and drifting four-wheelers.

August 30th 2004. I can’t quite remember the day exactly... it was as one would call it a blur. The day my dad died was a moment of my life that would change my path forever. As a child it was hard to remember quite what happened that day. Even now I have a hard time thinking back and trying to remember that day. It didn’t seem to make sense at the time; my dad was gone but was it forever? I remember asking my mom frequently where he was and when he was coming back. I would continue to

     Anyway, the day my dad moved out was a day of mixed emotions, I felt like the largest weight in the world had been lifted off of my shoulders and at the same time the sadness that I felt was just weighing me back down. I was so glad my dad was finally going to take a stand and stop the arguing but I was so sad that he was going to have to leave to do it.

How many of you have embarked on a trip that will forever be in your memory? Was it because you had a great time with your family, friends or even an acquaintance that you will never forget? Or was it just the time that you spent on the road? Well for me, I have had all those memories, but the trip I embarked on in 2008 was something else.

It was the summer of sixth grade year and I was living in Calumet City, IL. Me, my mom, and my sister were on our way to Burger King, but before we got there my mom had to stop at the bank and get some money. When she turned to the bank’s parking lot, some papers fell and so I picked them up. Since I’m nosey I checked out what the papers were for and once I read the title “Divorce Documents”, I was completely shocked but didn’t show any emotion. Once my mom came back out I didn’t say anything. I thought to myself, “She’ll tell me when she thinks is the right time.” but little did I know that on that day my mom was already planning to tell us about it.

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

“Ok Ayla, what just happened?” Startled and through teary eyes, Ayla looked up to see her mom standing over her. Hoping that her mom had not heard

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

Time to roll up the windows. Each blow of the wind feels so heavenly and golden, melting away the heat of the steering wheel. The people in the back still dying in the heat become jealous and say, “Can you turn up the A/C?” The air finally reaches to the back. It feels so weak, yet so good. The car would pass by a tree every so often, blocking the blinding light and providing shade. For each tree, it was two seconds of their favorite moment. They felt more relaxed and cooler. Soon after the car feels like a refrigerator, and the driver turns down the air conditioner. The drive feels fine now, until the family reaches their

It is early spring of 2010, a hot, humid Monday afternoon. My whole family sits

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

There are certain memories that we have that we can remember like they happened yesterday. Many of those memories that have special meaning to me were of family vacations when I was young growing up with my brothers and sisters. Family memories are important to many of us because they take us back to a time or place that was special. One particular family vacation I remember vividly, and it’s a story I have shared with my kids on many occasions. Over the 40 or more years since that memorable vacation, I still smile and think how lucky I was growing up with a mother and father that did everything to give their kids an unforgettable memory.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.