I never realized when I was younger what the true meaning of family was. Through the
many little adventures life brought to my family, I grew to learn exactly what it meant. One such
adventure, began on a warm spring morning in early March. I was fourteen at the time, you know, that
young, annoying, and awkward age when you aren’t sure whether you should “be cool” or just go
home from school and watch Arthur. “Brrrriiinnnggg! Brrrriiinnnggg!” My alarm clock screamed “Its
morning! It’s morning!” at me. I hated mornings. I hated leaving my soft, warm, and cozy bed with the
purple fuzzy blanket. Delightfully though, I was drawn …show more content…
“Barb! Stop! I don’t need my underwear ironed. That’s ridiculous! No one
does that.” She noticed me standing there, still giggling. “Well,” She said very matter of factly, “I bet
you’ll thank me later when they are all neat in your bag. I might color code them too!” Dad just threw
his hands up in the air and gave up. “Nothing will stop you, will it?” He joked, “Nothing.” She nodded in agreement.
“Goooood morning!” mom hissed in my ear. Instantly I rolled over, trying to avoid the horrors
of leaving my wonderful boat of dreams. Then! It hit me like a lightning bolt! Today! It is today! “We are
leaving TODAY!!” I cried out. Out of the bed I flew, quickly changed and ready to get into the car to drive
to the airport. Whereas my parents were slowly getting ready, claiming we “had time”. Dad caught me
as I was hurrying around the house. “Slow down honey! We aren’t leaving for another fifteen minutes!”
“Fifteen! Can’t we just leaving now? We have everything! And Kari is ready even!” My little sister gazed
up at dad as if confirming what I had said. “Why don’t you get in the car with Kari, and we’ll be right out,
hmm?” He nudged me toward the door, so I picked up my three year old