Summer. This was such a strenuous summer for my family and I. We started the summer off simple, and then came the climax of our summer. Many shin splints and sore feet later, we sadly ended our wondrous vacation. With months of summer left, there was time for fun at home. So, what was the best part of summer you ask? School was out, and we were free. My family and I had been planning a breathtaking summer, full of excitement and leisure. Finally the day came when we would depart for summer vacation. Our destination; Washington DC! We rode in the car for two days. We hit a few extra spots on the way, including the Flight 93 crash site. It was truly an emotional rollercoaster. We went and checked out a few other sites, but the we finally reached the hotel. We
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This was the saddest stop yet. There was this little boy named David, and he had his own exhibit. He was tortured, and abused, but he was a lucky survivor. He had a diary, and there were certain pages you could read. His story truly was mournful. We also visited some other areas in the museum, and they gave information about what was worn, and how the Jews were treated. It was like the movie “The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas”, that movie was sad, and that’s how they were treated. We saw models of what the concentration camps looked like, and what the beds looked like that they slept in. They had no blankets, and no mattress. They also had to wear their uniform at all times, or they would be killed. The people's heads would also be shaved, and they would wear caps to go over their head. There was also a little girl who lived nearby the concentration camps, and he grandmother told her she couldn’t go outside to play. She was very disturbed by this, but the reason she couldn’t go outside was because she was a dark haired girl, with dark brown eyes, and if one of the soldiers saw her, they would perchance mistake her for a
This was the saddest stop yet. There was this little boy named David, and he had his own exhibit. He was tortured, and abused, but he was a lucky survivor. He had a diary, and there were certain pages you could read. His story truly was mournful. We also visited some other areas in the museum, and they gave information about what was worn, and how the Jews were treated. It was like the movie “The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas”, that movie was sad, and that’s how they were treated. We saw models of what the concentration camps looked like, and what the beds looked like that they slept in. They had no blankets, and no mattress. They also had to wear their uniform at all times, or they would be killed. The people's heads would also be shaved, and they would wear caps to go over their head. There was also a little girl who lived nearby the concentration camps, and he grandmother told her she couldn’t go outside to play. She was very disturbed by this, but the reason she couldn’t go outside was because she was a dark haired girl, with dark brown eyes, and if one of the soldiers saw her, they would perchance mistake her for a