Personal Narrative: My Trip To Wisconsin

On a warm sunny summer day, my family and I were preparing to leave our home in California to set out on a long trip to Wisconsin where our family would stay there for good. I had moved before in my life, but that was when I was 3. This was a much bigger deal, as I had been living there for 7 or 8 years. On my last day, I spent most of it spending time with one of my very good friends. Looking back on it, it was a good way to spend that last day, but more could have been done within the subsequent weeks. After getting back from being with my friend, my entire family and even a few more friends were all taking part in moving a lot of our stuff into cars and trucks. Yes, cars and trucks. California to Wisconsin, somewhere around 2000 miles. The bold
This was for a few reasons but mostly was because of the fact that my dad is in a hot truck with a big dog and lots of luggage. Whilst on the trip, I really had nothing to do. At the time, I had no sorts of real electronic to play around with so I just looked out the window and my mom played some tunes on the radio. My family and I had very different taste when it came to music, so I had to do my best to deal with it. Although, it was better than nothing. On the bright side, it was a road trip, so I could have just about as much fast food as I would like. Another problem along the way was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. A gas stop was needed next to a road leading to Las Vegas in the Mojave Desert. From what I recall, it was 117 degrees outside. Let's just say that I stayed inside the car for most of it. The first of three hotel stops was in Salt Lake City, Utah. The following morning as we started back on our journey where I started to realize that I will barely ever talk to my friends again. However, I did try to brush it off, which ended up