My Trip to Oregon 2009 - My Family Travels


            Every year my mother plans our annual family trip. She spends hours planning and searching for the perfect destination; one year we spent a couple of weeks in Denmark, during another vacation my family attempted to camp in Morro Bay. These trips are very important to my family because they help us to relax, regroup, and get away from the stresses of everyday life. 
            This August my mother decided that the perfect vacation would be to rent a home in Rockaway Beach, Oregon. This specific trip was my last vacation before heading out on my own, and it helped me to truly appreciate the time that my family and I share once a year. My family and I stayed a couple of miles away from a small town that had plenty of sweet shops and ice cream parlors, so my sisters and I decided to take advantage of the fact that my parents were in a very generous mood after finally getting their much needed time off. While at the Tillamook Cheese Factory we discovered that they made more than just cheese! After a long day playing at the beach and burying our dog in the sand my sisters and I were somehow able to direct our parents towards another ice cream shop. Every part of me felt at home in the small town which was nothing but welcoming to my very ‘city’ family. I found myself attempting to fit in with their environment. Unfortunately, my Steve Madden boots and my ‘California style’ never failed to cause a local to point out my tourist status whenever my family would run over to Fred Meyer, which is similar to a Target, Best Buy, jewelry store, and grocery store all in one! 
While walking on the beach I found myself attempting to savor every last moment. I attempted to absorb the image of every last sunset and image of my sisters collecting shells and sand dollars from the surf. I didn’t want anything to distract my family from this vacation, but my older sister, Arlena, decided that she could no longer refrain from using her beloved Blackberry, which ultimately began to destroy the mood of the shell collecting excursion. After twenty minutes of being forced to listen to her gossip I was seething, but chose to be passive about it. Instead I began to pray that somehow and someway my sister would finally stop talking on the phone, and about a minute later my prayer was answered. During high tide a starfish had been washed ashore and happened to be stumbled upon by my dog. My younger sister, Amaya, and I were so excited about discovering a starfish that we were able to coax Arlena into temporarily getting off of her phone in order to take a picture of our discovery. Our excitement intensified when we learned that the starfish was still alive, and then I transcended from super excited panic mode to emergency mode. The hype of everything caused me to forget that starfish have ‘sucky things’ that make me very uncomfortable, so I went into ‘little sister mode’ and nagged Arlena until she decided to pick up the starfish in order to bring it over to a group a rocks which was near a tide pool. Unfortunately for her, when she bent down her Blackberry fell out of her sweatshirt and began to get taken away by the tide. The second I heard her screams I knew what had happened, and although I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t at fault I couldn’t help but feel a sense of fear for when I would finally gain the courage to tell her about my secret prayer.                 

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