Personal Narrative Essay: General Patton's Museum

The sun hadn't yet managed to wake up, but we had. Our family had already been in the frigid road for an hour before the sun managed to wake. Three oblivious kids in the car, not knowing where they were going and were woken up early was not a good mix, but we were to curious to figure out where we were going to care. We soon crossed the California border and our imaginations had gone to work thinking of every possibility, then my parents told their secret; we were going to explore General Patton’s museum. To put in simply, we were not amused nor quite excited. But we soon realized our car didn't stop and we drove past Patton’s museum: the car got further and further from the decoy location. We then drove past a sign that read; Tour USS Iowa