Personal Narrative: My First Time To Alabama

My First Time To Alabama “A simple life is good for me. I don’t need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on a beach, and I’m happy, “ once stated musician, Yanni. That quote describes one of the best weeks of my life in the spring of 2016. When I was invited to travel to the beach with the Evans’ I was ecstatic. The youngest kid in their family, a 3rd grader named Jason, who has dark brown hair and freckles dotting his face, and his baseball team was leaving for a team trip. Jason’s older sisters, Halee and Hannah, are friends with me and my sister, also named Hannah, so they decided to take us along so they have more company than a bunch of third graders. We were set to leave for Gulf Shores, Alabama on Spring Break of my seventh grade year. The first part of our vacation was the ride there. We rode in the Evans’ minivan, Hannah E and Hannah H
The highlight of the trip was parasailing. Halee, Hannah, Hannah, Jason, Jason’s friend, and I were all loaded onto a banana boat, a bright yellow blown up raft that was in the shape of a banana. A man on a jet ski pulled us to a larger boat farther out in the ocean. The larger boat was white, with the word PARASAIL painted on the side in big, bold letters. I would guess it was probably 10 or 15 feet long. We were transferred from the banana boat to the larger boat and sat on the benches lining the clean, white walls. Three men chose Halee, Hannah M, and me to go first. We were loaded up in a harness like the ones you use when ziplining, and hooked to a big red, parasail that has Coca-Cola written in big, white letters on the side. As we were preparing to leave I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. The boat accelerated forward and my feet left the rough surface of the back of the boat. Beside me, I could hear my little sister squealing with