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  • This summer, my family and I went to go visit my grandmother, Nana, in Lancaster, California. Ever since I was a baby, my family and I had made several trips out to California to see Nana. However, this year was different because both of my siblings now have their own homes and because my...

  • The early August sun beat down on the prolonging stretch of road. A “Welcome to Utah” sign had long since passed, and our rented black Ford Explorer was filled with a mid-vacation silence, stemming from hours of strenuous exploring. Compared to the extraordinary beauty of the Grand Canyon, the flat...

  • That is when I knew. Right then, my life was going to be changed forever. Forever is a long time, but I knew.  The long ride in the car up to my favorite city was the worst. How could I hate the ride to my favorite place? I did not make the decision; I just knew that I felt hate in every minute....

  • A personal travel experience I would never forget happened last year in March of 2008. I was elected by a City Counsel woman to attend a Black College Tour. This is a trip where young African-Americans have the opportunity to visit Historical Black Colleges. We toured colleges in the states of...

  • My family and I have lived in Texas our whole life, and then just like that, with a phone call, we are packed and on the road to Colorado, Springs. Saying goodbye to friends and loved ones was difficult, tears were shed and the longing to stay was etched in my heart, but it was not my decision to...

  • Semi Finalist 2010 Teen Travel Writing Scholarship We came from the country, from a town with a post office, two churches, a hardware store, and probably as many cows and horses as people. It took thirteen hours in a bus to haul the thirty or so students from their small town, to Quebec, a city of...

  • I knew the moment I got off that plane in London’s Heathrow Airport that that choir trip would be once in a lifetime.  I had to see and feel everything I could, because even though I knew I would come back, I had no idea how long it would be until then.  I remember there was moss growing on the...

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  • Traveling doesn’t necessarily mean going thousands of miles away from home; it can be as little as five minutes. Traveling to an adoption home about a half hour away was one trip that I would never forget. I was going here to participate in volunteer work with a local organization. It taught me a...

  •                 I lay awake amidst a tangle of cold, white sheets on a bed in a country far from my home, staring at the cracks on the ceiling and fighting the urge to allow any tears to escape from the corners of my eyes. A large white orb of a moon flooded the small London hotel room with a...

  • In the past couple of years I have traveled with my Youth Group to New York on a mission trip. We didn't just help people out we had fun while doing it too! July 23, 2006: All 26 of us climbed on into an American Airlines plane. Off we went to NYC, the city that never sleeps.  While in New York we...

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