Personal Narrative: The Day To Go To California
It all started when my mom told me in the summer that I could go to California for two whole weeks by myself. I was super excited to go see my cousins, grandmas, and my grampa. I was also excited to see my old house and what the people that live there now did with the outside. FINALLY it was the day the day to go to California. The filet was about an hour and a half and but I was ready. Before I went to the airport I packed in a backpack a sketch book, colored pencils, an art pen, etd so I wouldn't get bored. I also brought a slinky (remember this it will be important). I got on the plane before a lot of people because I was an unaccompanied minor (people with disabilities went on first). I got on the plane and I sat with two other unaccompanied