Personal Narrative: My Road Trip To Colorado

When I was thirteen years old, I visited Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado while I was on a road trip with my sister and my uncle.
My face was squished against the passenger seat window of the forest green Subaru Outback. My uncle was driving and my younger sister was sitting in the back. Trees were rushing by as the car made its way to the top of Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado. We were going to go on tour of the preserved Native American cliff dwellings. My uncle parked the car in the parking lot near a cliff of the shale and sandstone canyon. I pulled the cool handle and the car door clicked open. My legs swung around the seat and landed on the gravel pushing myself out of the climate controlled vehicle. Beads of sweat immediately began to perspire on my body. I could feel the burning sensation of sun rays searing my skin. The small voice in the back of my head harshly questioned myself why I would want to bear this torturous weather? I want to see new places, remember, the …show more content…
He draped his arm around her while leaving me to swiftly grab the water bottles and close the trunk. As they walked to the benches at the waiting area, I could hear the hesitance coating my uncle’s words which made me cringe. My feet hurried towards my sister’s side. My mouth began to spell out anything which could drag words out of her mouth. My ears shut out my uncle and the tourists. I could only imagine that my uncle’s voice was anything but soothing to her at the moment. Her heart yearned for our parents’ love. I was ready to give her all of mine until it was enough. The cliff dwellings, my uncle, and the rest of the park could wait. If she wasn’t enjoying every minute of this, how could I? The road trip had been going so smoothly and I wished that all of this didn’t have to be a part of it: my uncle losing control, the enthusiasm being yanked out of my sister’s entire being, and myself feeling the need to act like a mama bear protecting her