Personal Narrative: My Trip Of Cedar Michigan

Everyone has a favorite memory about their lives. My favorite memory took place when I traveled to Ohio in 2014 for Thanksgiving.

The summers of 2013, I went to Cedar Point. It was me, my brother, my mom, dad, and my dad’s friend. My dad said, “we are going to get on all of us the roller coasters” and the rest of us said “ok.”

One day my mom came and found me and my sister and told us we had to go somewhere. We went and found our shoes and started heading out the door. My sister and I started hoping down the front steps just about running into a vehicle parked out front. My mom told me and my sister to get in, both of us were kind of scared but we did it anyways. So me and my sister attempted getting into the big vehicle, well it may not have been that big, but to us it seemed like it was. We drove for what seemed like hours till all of a sudden the car stopped. I opened the door and hoped out onto the cold hard cement. I didn’t know where we were at, I had never seen this place before. The people in the car and my mom told us to go up to the front steps and they will be right behind us. So me and my sister made our way up the steps and to a big front door. We looked and found a doorbell and chose to push it. After just a little while the door opened and this younger couple looked down at us with huge smiles on their faces.

Michigan's capital and my current place of residence. DeWitt is wonderful place for children to spend their early years, and for many of my acquaintances, still a nice place to live. When I was young, Dewitt was a growing and friendly community. The atmosphere was brimming with positive attitudes and possibilities. It sounds corny, but honestly driving down the street, with every waving arm offering a warm welcome, you would think you entered a cheesy family sitcom neighborhood.

I was bored. The car ride was long. I thought the trip to my grandpa's boat lake Michigan would be short, but I was wrong. We hit every red light and I was losing my patience. We finally get there, the weather is bad, it’s raining, I had a sniffle, and we catch nothing. “Patience” grandpa said. A few weeks later we go out again, still nothing, but at least it wasn’t raining that day. I’d never fished before so when my hook caught pieces of seaweed I thought it was a fish. My grandpa reminded me that you must be patient. Then I reminded him that he “guaranteed” me that I would catch a fish by the end of the summer. I told him that we would catch fish if we went out into the lake instead of just fishing off of the back of this boat on the

My Michigan personal hero is my dad. My dad is a very caring and considerate person to me and my brothers. My dad works very hard to make me and my brothers happy and always worries about us more than himself. My dad works very hard and works a lot to keep food on the table and give me and my brothers good birthdays and Christmas. My dad always tries to make sure we are happy as we are always going to parks playing catch or doing other fun activities. My dad may not be the model dads you see on TV but he is perfect for me and my family and that's good enough for me.

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

It was a sunday in August, I woke up so happy . It would be my first time out of Michigan. I was going with my big sister, my best friend and two other friends. When I say I was happy I was happier then than a baby when you give it chocolate for the first time. I said my goodbyes to my mom and I was off. We were at the checkpoint so that we could get on the bus.It was crowed and it was hot because the sun was out. It did not make it any better because the line was as long , like a giraffe's neck. We finally got checked in and took our seats on the bus. Then we hit the highway. People were yelling and laughing .We heard HONK ,HONK, BEEP, BEEP, from the cars the next 4 hours. When we finally got off the bus it felt like we

Huck estimated that we should arrive in Cario in only three nights. We were perfectly placed to go straight to the Ohio River. We would soon be out of harms way and my family could be joined again as free men. Huck suggested that we sell our raft and get on a steamboat to get to Ohio. I agreed with him since I didn’t want to go alone. The second day floating down this river, a thick, dark fog hovered over the river like a ghost.

It's been two weeks since my grandkids left and I'm already feeling sick. I have to carry the tradition of passing the medicine down to the man of the family, Martin. I have shoved $100 into my boots for my funeral costs. I check to make sure I have all of my stuff and I set out to the nearest bus station. It was a long, Grueling, Two day bus ride to Iowa. But it was all worth it in the end.

We traveled to Michigan during the winter and went skiing. I panicked when i was chopping meat because i thought i was gonna cut my fingers off. My uncle interfered when i answered the phone. My uncle was there because he interfered with my phone call. My dad and stepmom was there when we went skiing. granny was there when i chopped the meat and panicked. We traveled to Michigan for vacation to go skiing. I panicked because i thought i was going to cut my fingers off.My uncle interfered because he was trying to get my attention.We traveled to Michigan in December.I panicked last night when i helped cook supper.My uncle interfered last night.

Suitcase, so much clothes, clutter, packed van load, yelling, 18 hour ride….I have been to Colorado almost 3 times in a row! I’m going again next year that's why I said almost. My family loves Colorado and Wyoming we have been over there for 3 years straight! This year we broke the record and went to Michigan. I have gone to Michigan 3 times this year.

On Summer break it was warm. My dad came in my room and he said,

I woke up around 5:30 AM with my stuff already packed from the night before. I woke up with the usual morning grogginess but with excitement as well because today was finally the day we would leave for our trip. I go to the bathroom to get all of my toiletries since I took a shower the night before. I went to the living room to put all of my electronics into a backpack that I could take with me wherever so I wouldn’t be bored. While I was in the living room, my dad was sitting on the couch with his coffee watching the sports channel. I go over to my suitcase and make sure that I have everything that I need and double check it again to make sure it is all there. After we get everything and my sister is ready, we pack everything into the car.

As my shaky hands gripped the wheel, I knew the ride would be unpleasant. I should've never been behind the wheel. My dad's cousin, Rudi, stayed with my family at the time. One hot, humid Wednesday he took Silvio, my brother, and I on a strenuous hike to Castlewood State Park. The all uphill hike did not feel like a walk in the park.