Personal Narrative: My Trip To Louisiana

L is for Louisiana One summer when I was 3 or so I got to go to Louisiana. My dad had a great-uncle that lived down there with his wife and their 2 dogs. The great-uncle was a pilot in World War ll. He was even there on D-Day as one of the pilots! Anyways I was little and super excited that I was finally getting to meet Uncle Dick and Aunt Nell. I had gotten to talk to them on the phone a couple of times, but I was normally too shy to talk to them or say anything but hi and bye. But the trip came with a but. We were going to Moss Point, Mississippi to help people who lost their homes after hurricane Katrina, then we were going to go to Uncle Dick’s and Aunt Nell’s house for 1 night, then we were going to go to one of my relatives houses in Missouri, and then finally we were going home. But what they didn’t tell me is that we were going to be doing all of this during Easter and my birthday. At first I was happy because we were going on a road trip, but then I was angry because I wouldn’t even be spending my own birthday in my own home, but on an air mattress on the cold hard floor. Then after some time I realized I will be getting more presents this way, I can get some from my relatives in Missouri, some in Louisiana from those relatives, and some from my actual family. …show more content…
Once we got to their house it was in the later hours of the evening. So we didn’t really get to do much with them except chat for a little bit and then go to bed. So Aunt Nell gave my sister and I milk in a glass some cookies. Then, we sat down on the couch while Uncle Dick read Green Eggs and Ham by: Dr. Seuss. After that, all of us kids watched Scooby Doo.

Life Lesson: Hold your family dear, because they won’t always be