Week of October 12-18: Memoir Prompt

The smell of moth balls and urine stung my nostrils the whole eight-hour trip. Riding with my Grandpa was interesting. Going about five miles under the speed limit, we made our way south towards Kansas. Moving closer to my first week without my parents was exhilarating. The only time I had ever been away from home was just duing overnight sleepovers with at my friends house. This was much more exciting. Not only was I going to be spending a week from home and my parents, but I was going to be eight hours away at my cousins house. I loved spending time there. Their house involves my greatest memories growing up. Hays is a very tiny town, but my aunt always seemed to find super-exciting activities to fill up our week. I especially loved when they would take us boating and to an adventure park. Even if we didn’t go do a huge, super-exciting activity, my cousin and I would always seem to make our day worthwhile. We had extreme imaginations. Ideas and games that would seem normal to most people, could be made into a huge adventure by us.

Most children feel homesick when they leave their parents for the first time. Not me. I would always be having too much fun to even think about missing my family. The only time I ever got upset about not being home was when my parents picked up my dog from the doggy hotel. It wasn’t my dog. My parents had the wrong dog for almost a week. How does that happen? I felt that if I would have been there, that I could have stopped it.

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