“Emma do you want to go to the Black Hills over Christmas Break for Monie and your birthday?” asked my mom excitedly. My mom asked me this question a few days before we are supposed to be leaving for the Black Hills. A trip I didn't know about. The whole trip with us and another family, and one friend of my choosing.
“Of course I want to go!” I yelled. It was a crisp cold morning when eight of us jammed into a seven person car to head up to the Hills. Jada and I watched the same movie two times while we were trying to hold in our excitement. Finally we look up and see snow and mountains and the parents saying we will be there in five minutes. When we finally get there we go out to eat. After that we went to the “cabin” we were staying in.
“Of course I want to go!” I yelled. It was a crisp cold morning when eight of us jammed into a seven person car to head up to the Hills. Jada and I watched the same movie two times while we were trying to hold in our excitement. Finally we look up and see snow and mountains and the parents saying we will be there in five minutes. When we finally get there we go out to eat. After that we went to the “cabin” we were staying in.