Early one Sunday morning, my father announced that my sister and I were going on a surprise field trip. Knowing that my father and I didn 't share similar interests imminently I started spluttering out the reasons why I couldn’t go. "I have Homework! Chores! Prior-Plans!" I used any excuse that I could think of. Nevertheless, after an hour of arguing, the three of us had all crammed into the car and the surprise field trip had begun.
The first part of the trip my sister spent nagging my father to tell us where we were going. She was relentless, but so was he. Every time she asked the same question, she would get the same answer. “You will see” my dad would repeat. Finally, in defeat, my sister concluded that we were all on our way to the beach …show more content…
“We’re close!” my father cheered, my sister and I discreetly passed worried looks at each other. A couple miles later my father pulled off onto a gravel side road and announced that we had reached our destination. Immediately, I understood why my father had made the trip a secret. If I had known my Sunday was going to be spent an American Revolution battleground, I certainly would have never gotten into the car. My sister and I were equally agitated with my father, but neither of us showed it. We were already there, it was too late, and we both knew that complaining would just make the situation …show more content…
He turned around as I was examining his overalls, quickly I darted my eyes away. Even though I often found myself in this situation, I always found it peculiar that people could feel my eyes looking at them. I made a point not to glance back in his direction, but behind me I could hear that he was saying something. I turned around and as the words “Did you go to see the battleground?” tumbled out of his mouth, I regretted it. Even with my eyes clenched shut, I could see my father’s head perk up. When we told the man we hadn’t, he promptly offered to show us, an offer my father couldn’t
The first part of the trip my sister spent nagging my father to tell us where we were going. She was relentless, but so was he. Every time she asked the same question, she would get the same answer. “You will see” my dad would repeat. Finally, in defeat, my sister concluded that we were all on our way to the beach …show more content…
“We’re close!” my father cheered, my sister and I discreetly passed worried looks at each other. A couple miles later my father pulled off onto a gravel side road and announced that we had reached our destination. Immediately, I understood why my father had made the trip a secret. If I had known my Sunday was going to be spent an American Revolution battleground, I certainly would have never gotten into the car. My sister and I were equally agitated with my father, but neither of us showed it. We were already there, it was too late, and we both knew that complaining would just make the situation …show more content…
He turned around as I was examining his overalls, quickly I darted my eyes away. Even though I often found myself in this situation, I always found it peculiar that people could feel my eyes looking at them. I made a point not to glance back in his direction, but behind me I could hear that he was saying something. I turned around and as the words “Did you go to see the battleground?” tumbled out of his mouth, I regretted it. Even with my eyes clenched shut, I could see my father’s head perk up. When we told the man we hadn’t, he promptly offered to show us, an offer my father couldn’t