Personal Narrative: Summer Reading

Summer Reading Over the summer, I did not read. I was in the car a lot, going back and forth between Illinois and Washington. Most of the time, I forgot to bring a book, and when I did remember, I only read little bits of the book, or it was a book turned into a movie, but we cannot do a report over books turned into movies. Don’t get me wrong, I love to read, to enter a different world and usually become the main character, and it saddens me that I never found the time for reading during summer vacation. Over the summer, I never really did anything too exciting, unless you count sitting in the car for four hours exciting. I also spent a lot of time with my family. I was in Illinois, my hometown, visiting my grandparents and old friends. In Illinois, I went to the park a lot and helped my great-grandparents around their house and yard: mowing, pulling weeds,
Band camp was terrible: always outside, always too hot, never enough water. Many times, it felt as if one would pass out from the heat and dehydration in almost one hundred degree weather. From babysitting to band camp, I never had time. I would be over at my aunt’s house at about 8:00 in the morning and would not get off when my mother arrived from work around 5:30; after picking me up there, she would take me straight to the school for band and I would be there until 8:30. I could not afford to skip a practice because we did so much, or learned something new. If I did skip, I would have been extremely far behind. I thank God that I do not play a huge instrument like a tuba, one of the bass drums, sousaphone, or a cornet. I play the flute, which weighs less than five pounds, and that is including the case. After band camp, my stepdad would be at the school to pick me up. Once we got home, I would eat a late dinner, which was whatever my parents had. I ate after band because if you ate before, the pain in your stomach would not leave during band while in the