When I was ten years old, my mother and I went on a month long trip to Quito, Ecuador to visit my father and other family. One day my abuelo (my grandfather) told my mom and I that he was going to take us on a trip to the edge of the Amazon rainforest. Although this probably sounds really interesting, I was against this trip from the first mention of it. However, since I was ten, my objection meant nothing and the trip happened as planned. We got up very early the day of the trip, a factor that did not add to the very little excitement I had for the trip. When we got out to the car to meet my abuelo, he decided that would be a great time to mention for the first time that this was going to be an overnight trip and to go back inside and pack
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A giant rockslide had blocked half of the mountain road. People were trying to clear it enough to let cars through but it was taking a very long time. This was the first sign that the trip was not going to go very smoothly. The second sign showed itself a little later. We had gotten out of the traffic and were continuing up the mountain. As we were going around a curve, my mom and I noticed multiple blue hearts painted on the road. Confused, my mother asked my abuelo what they were. He told us that they were memorials for all the people who died in a terrible bus crash on that road. Needless to say, hearing that did not make me feel very jazzed about continuing with the trip. It wasn’t long after this that I fell asleep. To this day I 'm not sure what it was exactly that woke me up that afternoon. Whether the unnatural motion of the car, my mom’s screaming, or just horrible timing, I don’t know. Regardless, waking up from a nap to see the car you’re in spinning towards either the edge of a mountain or a large concrete slab plastered on the side of a mountain is not a pleasant experience. Everything happened so fast I barely had time to comprehend what was happening. I just knew that it was bad so I started screaming. Because of
A giant rockslide had blocked half of the mountain road. People were trying to clear it enough to let cars through but it was taking a very long time. This was the first sign that the trip was not going to go very smoothly. The second sign showed itself a little later. We had gotten out of the traffic and were continuing up the mountain. As we were going around a curve, my mom and I noticed multiple blue hearts painted on the road. Confused, my mother asked my abuelo what they were. He told us that they were memorials for all the people who died in a terrible bus crash on that road. Needless to say, hearing that did not make me feel very jazzed about continuing with the trip. It wasn’t long after this that I fell asleep. To this day I 'm not sure what it was exactly that woke me up that afternoon. Whether the unnatural motion of the car, my mom’s screaming, or just horrible timing, I don’t know. Regardless, waking up from a nap to see the car you’re in spinning towards either the edge of a mountain or a large concrete slab plastered on the side of a mountain is not a pleasant experience. Everything happened so fast I barely had time to comprehend what was happening. I just knew that it was bad so I started screaming. Because of