We all woke up early that morning to enjoy a breakfast prepared by my grandmother. The smell of sizzling sausage was what woke me up. Eggs, sausage, toast and milk was how we started out our day, it was delicious. My mother and father were arguing about whether or not we should make lunch or stop for eat; all I could think about was if the television was going to work in the motor home. I didn’t want to miss my cartoons.

My wardrobe consisted of pink, purple and blue stripped pants, a blue shirt with a bunny on it and my favorite purple sweater so that I wouldn’t freeze up there in the mountains. My father put my hair in what was called the “Daddy Sp

When we were all ready to go we hopped into the motor home, and we were off. I remember thinking to myself, “This is going to be an adventure.” The sound of Looney Tunes was heard throughout the Winnebago, then the grown-ups began their bickering. What is it about adults and fighting over when certain events happened in their lives? They were all fighting over what day my aunt was married, I didn’t even understand what marriage was so I could care less. I quickly went back to watching my beloved cartoons; Bugs Bunny was definitely more important than my family. The entire family was engaged in watching my cartoons after a while. I believe that it was the most quiet moment during the entire excursion.

After speaking to my mother I have realized that most of the trip as I remember it didn’t really happen that way, or didn’t take place at all. The way I remembered the things that took place on the trip with my family was from the perspective of me as a child and what really mattered to me during that time of my life. Which of course only consisted of cartoons, sleeping, playing and eating. I can only recall bits and pieces of what my mother has told me about the trip. At the same time I think that I remember some of the events better than she did, but of course my mother is always right and the way she says it went is the way it went. Many of my early memories are incomplete and very choppy, whereas my memories now are very lengthy and clear. Over the course of my life I think my I am going to end up back at the beginning; when I couldn’t remember much at al

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