Personal Narrative: Hit The Road Again

We woke up on June 3rd and hit the road again. We were going to try and make it as far as we could today. We made plans to meet up with my dad, grandma, aunt, and brother in Minneapolis, or somewhere close to, for lunch. My dad had been in Minneapolis the previous days, and wanted to see me before I was gone. We met up at a restaurant called Doolittles. It was fancier than we thought it was going to be. We had lunch, and it was time to leave. I gave my dad a hug and started to tear up. I had that nervous feeling in my stomach again. My dad reassured me, once again that I would be fine, and that he would see me in a month. We hit the road again. Once we hit Minneapolis, we decided to go to the Mall of America, because they had never been there before. I was shocked. I thought everyone had been there before. We looked around for a little bit and hit the road, once again. We made it to Madison, Wisconsin, that night. We were too tired to do anything, so we went straight to bed.
On June 4, we woke up and had to hit the road again. …show more content…
It was huge, and right by the bay. It was super pretty. We went on a huge ferris wheel, and while at the top, you could see a lot of Chicago. I was scared of heights, so I didn’t do a lot of looking around. I regret this now. We went on a speedboat called the “Seadog Extreme.” It’s advertised as a thrill ride. It whips you around in the bay, doing cookies and splashing you with water. I had a lot of fun. While here, I made a mental note to come back again one day. After the thrill of this, we had to find this place that supposedly serves the best Chicago deep dish pizza. My dad had heard about it while it was featured on Man vs Food. It took us awhile to find it, but it was definitely worth getting lost. It took an hour to cook, but it was the best pizza I have ever eaten. That night we stayed just outside of Chicago. We would finally be making the last stretch of the trip