Personal Narrative

“Vroom, Vroom, Vroom!” All I could hear was the sound of the car engine. I had been awakened at 5:30 a.m. thinking I was standing on the center of a highway, but really it was the fully loaded car. Today was the day I’ve been waiting for all year long. I felt nervous and scared, but at the same time I was jumping up and down higher than a frog could jump. I was only eight years old the summer of going into fourth grade. I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know if I was going to like it, love it, hate it or really enjoy it. My two older sisters, Alynn and Marissa were coming with me for another memorable summer. It was Marissa’s last summer of being a camper there after six years and it was Alynn’s fourth summer. My sisters and parents kept repeatedly telling me I would have the summer of my life. I threw on my green and white clothing to show my camp spirit and ran down the stairs ready to leave the house and head to the airport. “Boo hoo!” My eyes were waterfalls. You could fill a bathtub with the amount of tears dripping from my face. It was the moment I had to say goodbye to my parents for 4 weeks until I saw them on visiting day. It felt like I was leaving them forever. We were standing outside of the gate before my sisters and I boarded the plane saying our last goodbyes. I didn’t want to leave my parents. All they kept telling me was “We’ll see you in July and we know you will have a great time. We will write letters everyday, we love you.” Saying goodbye isn’t as easy as I’d think it is. I gave my mom and dad one last big hug and kiss before I boarded the plane. As I walked onto the jet way holding my sisters hands hysterically crying, I turned around to wave one last time to my parents. I couldn’t believe I just left them for seven weeks. I cried myself to sleep on the plane to hopefully forget I left my parents and wake up excited to have a summer home. I sat anxiously on the plane waiting to land until I finally heard the announcement, “Flight