Spring Break Narrative

During spring break of my fourth grade year, my family and I visited our relatives in San Francisco. It had been a crisp California spring day, and we were lounging about at my aunt and uncle’s house. Their dog decided to join us, which created it a perfect photo opportunity for my mother. I really liked the dog, who was hilariously named Tubby. We did not have a dog at home, so this was my only chance to be around them. Tubby was as big as my brother was, extremely fluffy, and caused the house to smell a bit like him. At the moment the photo was taken, I had decided to play on the Wii with my brother and cousin. It was another thing we did not have in Chicago, which made it a highly anticipated part of our visit for me.
My favorite thing to
My family and I took a trip to Hawaii the spring break of my sophomore year. It was an incredible experience, but I found that I was unable to just have a good time, as I spent much of my time in our hotel room studying for upcoming AP tests. I had a profound moment walking back to our hotel on the last night of our stay. It was truly peaceful there, and I felt like I strolling through a intricately-crafted dream. The sky was a dark blue-black, the air was comfortably warm and tasted of salt, and a light breeze blew. We were walking on a path through the beach, surrounded by the sounds of ocean waves and satisfied people in seaside restaurants. I was more relaxed than I had been or would be in a long time. I was struck with a compulsion to record the sounds of the moment, knowing that it would be put me at ease to hear it in the weeks to come. I cannot remember exactly why I decided not to record it, but I knew the glare of my phone would ruin the moment, like a harsh alarm bringing me back to reality. I might have been a little happier if I had. Now, knowing that I am not going to have an opportunity to visit Hawaii again for many years, I wished I had spent a little more time appreciating my brief escape from school, Chicago, and my generally normal life. I could have taken a lesson from that trip to California so many years