This is a completely true story about my family’s absolutely worst vacation ever to Port Bolivar in Galveston Texas. Before we left for our summer vacation to the beach when I was twelve years old I decided to get my hair colored for the first time. It was terrible. My parents let me invite one of my friends to go with us so I asked my best friend Lacey to come with us. It took my parents so long to get all of our food, suitcases, two Labrador Retrievers, my little brother, me with my carrot colored hair, and Lacey loaded up in the car, but we finally left for the beach. The car was so crowded. It took us hours to drive there and I get car sick so I slept most of the way there.
We finally got there and got the keys to the beach house we rented to stay in. The house was on the beach so it was on eight foot stilts incase of flooding. My parents, brother, and dogs were the first up the stairs onto the porch, and Lacey and I were last. My mom could not get the door opened, so we were all standing on the porch waiting. All of a sudden, the slats of wood that Lacey and I were standing on collapsed! Lacey and I both went through the porch, I tried to catch myself but I just got cuts all over my arms instead. Neither of us remembers the fall but we both remember lying in shock on the ground screaming after. Everything turned out alright and except for some big scratches on my arms no one was seriously hurt. We were upgraded to a much bigger and nicer house.We all put our swimsuits on and headed down to the beach. When we got there there was so much sea weed on the sand and it was so gross. I love swimming so I was really looking forward to the ocean. I ran out into the water but then was so shocked by the pain of the salt water stinging my cuts that I had to run back out of the water. So far this vacation was terrible.
Since I could not swim, I spent most of my time in the sand or in the house playing games. My dogs loved the sand and the seaweed, so we took them on lots of walks. One morning my brother came in saying, “the dogs are gone.” So everyone went out looking for the dogs. I was so worried. It took hours to find them and when we finally did they were filthy. We brought them home and cleaned them and got ready to leave the next day. In the morning we reloaded all of our stuff in the car and headed back for home. Even though we had cleaned the dogs they still smelled so bad! It was really late at night and I was finally asleep when my brother threw up all over the car. We stopped at a gas station and tried to get cleaned up. But it still smelled like wet dog and barf the rest of the way home. I could not have been happier to be home after that vacation. Even though some parts of the trip were miserable I still had fun and enjoyed my time away. Later, in September of 2008, Hurricane Ike had wiped away a lot the peninsula so I was so glad that I had had the chance to see the peninsula before that happened.
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