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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Bahamas

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Imagine sitting on white beach with sand like grains of sugar and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore a short distance away and the warmth of the summer sun on your back. That is just some of what I was able to experience when my family took a week long vacation to the Bahamas. I’ve never really forgotten that week and I know that I want to be able to go back there again in the future. I was only nine at the time but even then I was able appreciate the trip. I remember having to to wake up at 4:00 am to make it to the airport on time, which my nine year old self was convinced that waking up so early was going to ruin the entire trip. I remember being horrified to find out that it would take multiple flights to even get there instead of just one (Wichita to Atlanta, GA and then Atlanta to one of the main islands). On the first flight I spent most of the time looking out of the window just watching the Earth pass beneath us or looking at the giant spires and anvils of storms passed beside or under us. On the second flight I got separated from the rest of my family because our seats were a few rows apart, but my seat was next to a nice woman who I remember playing matching games with go fish cards for the …show more content…

The room was similar to an apartment it was so big. The resort was also located on the beach which was very convenient. One thing I remember the most about it was the restaurant. It was a buffet for every meal which took up a whole wall. They had so many fresh fruits that I had never had before like papaya, dragonfruit, starfruit and so many others. They also had a section just for desserts of every type like cakes, pies, fudges, puddings, and pastries. They also had some of the local sea life like seared lionfish, crab, grouper and so many more that I couldn’t even name. I also remember that the last day we stayed there was a local talent show in the main plaza which even included a troop of fire

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