Personal Narrative: Are We There Yet?

Are We There Yet? “Hurry!!” I yelled. “I am going to be sick!”. The family dodge flew onto the shoulder of the Trans Canada Highway and came to a hurried stop. I popped out of the back seat just in time as my stomach contents then popped out of me. My Mom and step dad came up with this brilliant idea, and I use the word brilliant sarcastically, to take the family on a vacation to West Edmonton Mall. A trip that ranged over 1,700 km and took 17 and a half hours to drive. Going on the trip were my brother Randy, my four step brothers, my parents, and of course myself. It was our first trip together as a family and my first experience on a family vacation.

Riding in the backseat crammed in like sardines, The radio blaring country music, both parents smoking, and the kids were yelling as we shot down the highway towards Edmonton. The family car was designed to hold six occupants, including the driver, for this trip we had eight. At times The speedometer read 140 …show more content…
As far back as I can remember I have suffered from car sickness. For this reason I have never been a great passenger when it comes to road trips, the longer the trip the worse I suffer. While sitting in the back seat, trying not to vomit, I was stung in the back of the neck by what felt like a the world’s largest bee. The shock and pain caught me by surprise. A burning sensation radiated from my neck I would soon find out that it was not a bee, or any