Personal Narrative- My Trip to Colorado Springs Essay

One year it was spring break, my family planned a trip to Colorado. Two days before we left we went shopping. I got a lot of shorts and capris. Also shirts to match. Then got snacks from sams and went home to pack.

We were then told to go into a cafeteria and wait. I passed out water and comforted my band. We started taking role, but it became more and more difficult as we realized how many of our friends were missing. About thirty of our members were taken to local hospitals. About an hour later they managed to get the buses out from under the awning and we were told to get on them.

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

Choosing fun over work, I pressured them to let me go, and they reluctantly said yes. We went by tour bus; on the way, I played games on my phone, talked with siblings and church friends, prayed, and sang hymns. We stayed in a Hampton Inn, and enjoyed a good night’s sleep after an exhausting day of touring different towns and eating different foods. The next day, we set out to the falls themselves. The adults let us choose if

It was the day we were leaving for Florida for a U16 soccer tournament in West Palm Beach, July 2nd to be precise. A drive to Florida from where we live takes around 18 hours. We finished supper at 5:30, completed packing, and were on the road at 6:30. We were traveling south on Interstate 83. Nothing much to see as we were driving down the highway. A few trees here and there, and a wide variety of fields that were thriving with crops.

We confirmed the plans and when Rose came out of the grocery store, I was now headed to New York for help. Within less than 24 hours God had opened another door. Hope was not over yet. But what lay ahead was definitely uncertainty.

We started packing for the strip around 7 a.m on a Sunday morning, May 9, was our departure date but Sam decided to leave on May 10th. I didn't care what day we left as long as we got their. Sam was driving the whole trip, as we drove onto the highway Sam said “Put on your seatbelt”. He was right, never even thought to put on my seatbelt until he told me to. I hurried to put on my belt to make sure i was safe the whole trip to the Grand Canyon.

I was born in Ghana, moved to Virginia when I was four and lived there for twelve years. In Virginia, I moved and switched schools about six times by the time I was in sixth grade. As a result I had problems socially, but academically I managed to keep good grades. At the end of sixth grade, I moved to Colorado. When I got to Colorado, for seventh grade I went to a Catholic school in Aurora, Colorado, and eighth grade a charter school in Denver. I was accepted to Regis Jesuit High School for ninth grade, but wasn’t able to attend due to financial reasons. So I went to a school in Broomfield, Colorado for better education opportunities; it was at a rural neighborhood compared to the charter school in Denver. Going to Broomfield was an interesting experience; I lived in Aurora at the time, so I would have to drive fifty minutes to get to school.

I rode down the road with anticipation as many thoughts and questions raced through my mind. Scared to death, I tried to suppress these thoughts and gather up all the courage I had within myself because we were almost to our destination. What would this experience be like? What exactly would I be doing? I was in unknown territory in Louisville, Kentucky, where I knew no one except for the other members of my youth group. “Okay everyone, we are almost there. Gather up all your stuff you need. Make sure you leave all valuables on the bus,” I heard my youth pastor say. He continued, “No name tags and do not tell anyone your full name. Not even the children.” My eyes got wide as soon as I heard this, and I wondered what in the world I had gotten

Waking up at midnight on a cloudy monday night, I walked outside and looked at the moon. Look at how far I have come. Living in hillbilly hick Iowa, to traveling all over the world. Listening to my mother has been one of the greatest things I have ever done. Without her I would have stayed in Iowa and probably married a ugly overweight farmer. Graduating from highschool I decided that I was going to go straight to college and get my masters in Biological Anthropology. Since I already had 20 credits completed at Iowa Central, I decided to stay for one more year. The money I would save would go into my traveling “fund”. Planning on living with my mother still, to me was not a bad decision. She fed me, clothed me, and loved me even though I can

I slowly cut the heart out of the folded paper and held it up to the light. The edges were jagged and uneven; I tossed it in my growing pile of scrap paper. My hands were stained with marker and my hair was covered in glitter. It was bedtime and I was not even halfway done with the valentines for my third-grade class. I wanted my cards to look great- better than store-bought. I was so frustrated that tears welled in my eyes. The next morning, defeated, I went to CVS with my mom to buy cards. Everyone liked the Kit-Kat bars taped to the backs.

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.

We go through life and make memories with family and friends that come and go into your life. One of the moments in my life that I will never forget is living in Colorado. When I was about 4-5 years old my mom and my dad was separated because he worked at republic steel in Massillon. At this time my mom lived in Colorado. Well, one specific moment in that time me my older brother Vernon and my twin brother Andre was running in a field near these apartments my mom was living in. I remember me, and my brothers were playing tag when my brother Vernon picked up a stick and we were looking at a socket that was in the building. Vernon thought it was a bright idea to shove the stick into the socket.

Last summer, my family and I took a trip to New York City. We’ve visited this city about five years ago, but I didn't remember much since I was only eleven years old. This trip changed my mindset on life. I got to experience the unexplainable and took pictures that were priceless. This trip is definitely a trip to remember and will always be special to me.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and