Personal Narrative : My Favorite Road Trip

1843 Words Sep 26th, 2015 8 Pages
On September 18th I embarked on what I can easily say was one of my favourite road trip experiences. We left for Moose Jaw at 8:15 a.m. and leading up to the departure I was filled with energy. I had been looking forward to this trip since I had heard about it in grade 7 and although I had heard many stories and knew a summary of the events I wasn’t 100% sure what to expect. After praying for the trip we filled our van and began our journey. My first van ride started off on a bit of the quieter side but that didn’t last , before I knew it we were singing our hearts out and I was amazed to find everyone in my van was an incredible singer. We rocked out to “From the day” and “Greater” multiple times before switching to some different songs. Time flew and in the blink of an eye we were at our first stop. At the cemetery we examined a tombstone with multiple names on it. It turned out this was a tombstone for the babies who died at the Portage la Prairie Indian Residential School. The largest tombstone was not very thought out. The dates weren’t in order and often last names weren’t mentioned. There were three babies named Baby Hay, 2 babies named White and a baby named Skeleton. I thought these were rather odd names for children. The second tombstone seemed a little more thought out and one of the children actually had a first name, middle initial and last name. These two tombstones were all for babies that were born in the residential school and didn’t make it past…
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