Personal Narrative: If I Had To Go On A Road Trip To California

A white bunny bounced and pranced along the grass of the warm meadow the sky was a yellow orange color. I pressed my nose on the glass of the backseat in my dad’s truck.

It was a rainy day with grey clouds filling the sky when my mom told me, "We are going to move to Fresno." Those few words shocked me for days, I did not think we were going to ever to move again. I had grown attached to everything in my life in Los Angeles. I was going to have to step out of my comfort zone and get accustomed to new surroundings.

When I first moved to California, I was accompanied by a group of students with high moral. Allegedly, they had just won a state tournament, and I was lucky enough to bump into them while they were celebrating. Before I bumped into them, I was in a pittance of peril, because I had gotten lost on my way back to the dorms, my phone died, and I felt as though I was being followed someone, so you can imagine how thankful I am for meeting

We had been talking about moving to California for about a month, and the prospect of leaving behind my friends, school, and family terrified me. However, I clung to the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to go in the end, but that didn’t last long. One rainy spring afternoon my parents sat my brother and I down, and excitedly told us that we would be moving to America. My younger brother leapt up from the seat next to me and joyfully danced around the room, but I was not so ecstatic. After my parents put a positive spin on the situation, I didn’t feel quite as reluctant, but I still wasn’t fully on board. Nevertheless, I had little say in the matter as my father’s work required us to relocate, and so that summer we moved to California.

This past fall break, I got a chance to take a trip to Arizona to visit Grand Canyon University with a friend, Anthony Ward. I thought it would be an awesome opportunity to open up my options for colleges. What I loved most about the program, Discover GCU, is that they covered all the expenses to Arizona and all I payed for was a plane ticket to Oahu. I was so stoked to go but also nervous because I was the only girl from my school and didn't know anyone. Eventually I made friends with a couple girls from Oahu and we became room mates. I have never been to Arizona, I honestly don't fly up to the mainland very often, I have always been here on the Big Island or on the other islands.

I couldn’t wait to get to the powdery snow on the mountains. I love the feel of the freezing snow and the sound of the roaring wind going by me. But I had to drive to Colorado first on Friday. But when I got there I knew that I would have a good time.

Back in 2004, my family had a unexpected decision to make on moving to California from Philippines. It was a crazy year for us, we only had a week to prepare for our big move, I wasn't mentally prepared for what was about to come. When we arrived in the in California, I was placed in Middle School in the middle of the school year. My english was fair because back in our country it was taught and was strongly encouraged to be the second language but even though I know a little bit of english, my grammar and pronounciation of some words were still incorrect. An example would be when I say the number "three" it will come out sounding like "tree" or "chapstick" would sound like "chopsticks". These were just some of the words I can recall from people who have corrected me and made a joke about it. Also, when I

One of the experienced that I am never going to forget is when I moved to California in 5 June,2015. This experience made me feel angry,and afraid. My experience began when I lived in Colombia-Bogota. In that time, I was studying Accounting and I was working at the Bank. My mom , she moved to California first taught me, and she had the possibility that give a changed to move with her, and give me a good future. but one day I life changed and I needed to take a decision that what I am going to do with my life?. Above all ,if I am really wanted to start a new life and learn new language and Culture. To begin with, I needed to change my main and accept my new situation. Second, I needed to think that this opportunity that will be good for my

Something I went through was going to Las Vegas by myself with my sister. By going to Las Vegas I missed three days of school. I feel that my obstacle I faced fits into my definition of an obstacle because it is something I went through. I honestly think I should not have gone, but at the same time I am thrilled I did go because it was a fascinating experience. That is an obstacle I went through that fits into my definition.

It has been a long time since I have seen my family. I am kind of missing them alot. I left 30 days ago on June 5, 1849.I came all the way from New York ,and it is very tiring to get to California I am not even half of the way there . I came on a wagon. It is still a long way to go, but i hope that it will be worth it .

Well lets just start by saying that basically I had to do this project twice due to the fact that lost my picture for my first story, but hey on the bright side more practice for me. Well this picture was from about five or six years ago when me and my family went to Lake Tahoe during winter break, I was around 8 or 9 back then and it was pretty much the first time ever seen snow in real life (I seen hail a few years before that, but hail isn't exactly snow xD). Anyways the trip lasted around 3 days long which meant that we really only spend one day and two nights at Lake Tahoe. I still remember the road trip there took us around like 8 hours, mostly because driving up in a snowstorm at high speed isn't the exactly consider safe. To be honest, it wasn't a small family trip, my three cousins,

Seven years ago on a warm summer day I was nine years old and ready to play my first little league baseball game. As I walk up to the batters box with my grey pants and red shirt I stared down the pitcher with a death stare. The first pitch came in and was a ball high, the next few pitches thrown lead to a 2-2 count. In my mind, I was sacred, but physically I wasn’t. When the fifth pitch came in I made contact. I had no clue I hit it until the third base coach was screaming at me to run. It was a good solid hit that got me to first. As I was running to first I had an amazed look on my face. Three outs later we were playing defense and I got to play right field. It was kind of boring until in the last inning of the game a fly ball was hit my

Have you ever been to a city where you can bungee jump off of a skyscraper? Well I have and it is a blast. Me, my mom, molly, and her mom all were flying to Las Vegas. We left late on a Thursday night. We got to the airport and boarded our plane. The flight was about 2 hours long, so we got there around 10pm since there is a 2 hour time difference. We stepped out of the plane and we were ready for Vegas.

On day my grandma came and got me and my sister and took us to the airport in Indianapolis. We had talked about this for a very long. When we got to the airport we got our tickets and got on the first plane to Minnesota. That plane ride was an hour long. We we got to the airport in Minnesota we had a 4 hour layover, so we just ate while we were there. When we finally got onto the plane we flew to Las Vegas, and from there we drove to california.

What would the United States be like without road trips? Road trips have been a vital part of the history of America. Road trips have helped Americans explore the vast lands that make up the US. These people take these trips for family vacations, solo vacations, business, to move to a new location, to escape. These trips help people gain a better understanding of people and different cultures within their own country. This question is posed in David Campany A Short History of the Long Road “Is America imaginable without the road trip?”(p.8) Without people exploring the land and having a desire to move and start new many towns and cities would not have been started. People like to explore and see new things that they may not have in their birthplaces. This sense of exploring is what drives the American road trip.