It was a hot summer morning, my mom was at work, while my dad was at the house purchasing plane tickets. I had no idea that we would be going to Florida this summer. As much as I wanted to be excited I wasn’t. It was a tough decision I had to make with myself because if I wanted to be on the volleyball team I had to stay and commit to volleyball camp. The only thing that really upset me was that our trip to Florida was on the same day as volleyball camp. Having to choose between something I love and something else I love really disappointed me. So of course I chose to go on the vacation with my family, because they are way more important to me. At first, I wasn’t so excited to go because I wasn't sure if volleyball camp would be equal in experience as the vacation. But as much as I argued, with my dad about going to volleyball instead of Florida, he wouldn’t let me go. The only reason he wouldn’t let me stay and do volleyball camp was because he wanted to be with his whole family. My dad thought I was just too young to stay by myself, but I would’ve been with my friend. So I finally stopped arguing …show more content…
I was having so much fun, and going on lots of adventures that I usually wouldn't be doing at volleyball camp. After being in such a tropical and beautiful place you realize how shitty the place you live in is. But everything came to an end when we were boarding the plane heading home. I was so sad to be leaving but at the same time I was really happy to be heading home. On my way back home the flight was really great because the stewardess was really funny, and there was something about her that felt comfortable, and I actually wasn’t nervous on this plane ride. The stewardess also kept giving us free drinks which was a bonus. I was so thankful have have been able to go to Florida this summer. But Texas will always be my