Notes

One Summer day my brother and I were playing video games happy like getting a A on a math test. Happy, until 2 little birdies told us were going to Mexico for about a month. I turned from happy to sad so fast if you were to blink you would miss the change. My parents noticed our sudden face changes and asked us what's wrong. I told them there's nothing to do there and it's probably going to be boring. My mom said “Well how do you know you haven't been there since you were 4.” I wanted to be excited because she was right but still when I said there was nothing I meant it. The only “fun” thing to do was ride horses and walk on rocks. Before this trip Mexico to me was a desert with houses. Anyways we dealt with it there was nothing we can do to not go Than we were told that me and my (at the time) 11 year old brother had to go with my dad driving while my mom and 5 year old brother had to go on a airplane. I don't like being seperated from family members makes me feel unsafe and scared. Unsafe like riding a bike without any safety gear. And scared not scared for me but scared for them. I would have thoughts like what if they never arrive or what if their plane had a emergency stop. I knew it would be fine but I still had these thoughts but I knew how to deal with it. The day came for the car ride and I felt better. I thought the car ride would've been just me staring at the back seat for a day. It wasn't anything like that in the car we had a bunch of things.It was like the world had ended but we had everything to live a happy life. My favorite thing was a mini T.V that play movies or t.v shows on dvd. Oh too lazy to go back and put this but we went on a car ride because my dad wanted to bring stuff to his dad and brother. Back to the car ride the first 5-7 hours was fine. We stopped and got food, I made a silly mistake, and bought more snakes. Than when the night time came. We stopped at a hotel to get some rest. I forgot the name of the hotel but it was long (vertically) and the name had red on it. As we marched in the hotel a Lady approached us and asked if we needed help. That was really weird i thought we literally just walked in and we were already asked for help. Anyways we got in our room and tried sleeping. The Hotel was like Hell literally the beds felt like rocks and the room smelled like cigarettes. We left and slept in the car. In the morning we continued our drive and arrived to the place we were staying our uncles house.When we got there I said Hi to everyone and fell back asleep on a REAL bed. Than the next couple of days was fine all i did was talk to my family and sleep. I was really bored there was nothing to do except read The Pigman for the school summer reading thing. The area was different. There was a super duper small mini snack shop and a 15 small houses with a little bit of cows and horses roaming around. The outside floor was all dirt and the inside was concrete. I don't really know how to explain our house. There was 3 bedrooms, 1 living room, 1 bathroom, and 1 kitchen all in one floor. The back part of the house was different. The left side was a place for animals not a stable. Then the right side was mini house where my grandfather lives. I felt really sick. I wanted to go back home so much. I didn't feel comfortable at all, but I dealt with it. A couple days went by and nothing happened. Until my cousin asked me if I wanted to go pick something up on the 4 wheelers. I would always see him riding it. There was nothing else to do so I said sure. I got on and he started going. At this moment once he started moving I felt regret my heart sank I felt nervous I knew something bad was going to happen. He started going faster I didn't want to tell him stop since he was probably in a hurry. Now he started going really fast I held on tighter. Then he stopped we made it to the place. There I realized how much of a chicken I was. So on our way back I tried to not worry and have fun and it worked. For the next few days we would be riding these things non stop. Later on my dad would teach me so I wouldn't have to hold on anymore. Then God started crying because I wasn't getting along with my aunts and uncles much. I would always be outside and never really indoors to talk to my aunt and uncle. So I decided to stay indoors for a couple days and we got along just fine. Then at the end of our trip my cousin, my brother, and I decided to go to 1 final ride so my cousin got on his 4 wheeler and my brother drove the one I was hanging on to.(there were only 2 4 wheelers)Then my brother started chasing him it was fine until he did a twist move thing and I told not to do that again but he didn't listen. He turned around smiled and giggled and did it once more. This time the 4 wheeler