Ever since I was little, my family has taken a trip to Ocean City, Maryland. But over the years, it’s been a little boring and sometimes tiring. On a Saturday every summer at 6 a.m., the annual family trip to Ocean City begins.
We’ve even developed a usual sitting arrangement after many arguments over where each person should sit. My uncle Fuzzy, who is the oldest of all five of his siblings, drives the 15 passenger van that he rented. My grandmother sits in the passenger seat because she’s short and feels that it’s her job to be the copilot.
My uncle Carlos and my grandfather sit in the first row because my grandfather is the only person that doesn’t get bored when my uncle Carlos talks. My parents sit in the second row and they’re normally asleep on the way to and from Ocean City. My cousin Nikki and I always fight with my little brother over the back seat, but we often lose interest and eventually sit in the third row.
My little brother never brings enough toys to play with so he amuses himself by either bothering me and my cousin or sticking his face in the windows to make fun of the other cars passing by. Our first stop was Wawa, my favorite gas station. While everyone grabs the sugar-filled sodas and large breakfast sandwiches, I grab some grapes, cheese and crackers, a corn muffin and some chocolate milk.
I’m often called a ‘health nut’ because I don’t eat a lot of junk food. As we all get back into the van, my uncle Fuzzy puts a movie in the DVD player, which is nothing fancy. Our portable entertainment system consists of a DVD player and kitchen monitor combination, so as you can see were not rich.
Today’s feature presentation is the movie Norbit. No one ever really pays attention to the movie, but it’s there to keep my brother quiet. I really enjoy family trips like these because I’ll be going to college soon and I may not be able to spend as much time as I want with my family. I actually enjoy the ride more than the destination.
Road trips, in my opinion, are great ways to see America at its best. Finally, we arrive in Ocean City. As we search for a parking spot, I see the usual attractions — the bright and colorful arcade, the big haunted house, and the green roller coaster — which I could have sworn was white the last time I was here.
My uncle Fuzzy eventually finds a parking spot that is ideal in his perfect parking spot handbook. I was so excited to get out of the van that I missed the step and fell flat on my butt. After listening to every drunk joke ever made, I managed to get myself together and peel the small pebbles off the back of my thighs.
Ocean City was great. I ate a lot of good food, enjoyed the rides, relaxed on the beach, got a cool tan and even did a little shopping. But the greatest thing I got out of this trip was the memories. Not many people can say that they had a great childhood, but I can and I enjoyed every minute of it. And I hope that one day I’ll have a family of my own so I can take my kids to Ocean City not just to have fun, but to make memories that they’ll cherish just like the ones I have cherished and will continue to cherish for the rest of my life.
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