An essay about a trip to Mexico
Trip With Dad
During the summer break of 2003, I experienced the worst and most insightful trip of my life. My dad and I left on the last month of summer vacation to go to Mexico. It was there that I finally found my true inner self.
It all began when my dad picked me up at my house with a tiny, red Jeep that was packed to the roof with camping gear including two enormous tents, an immense colorless ice chest, a hoard of canned groceries, a monstrous sized boom box, and other types of camping gear. If one did not know any better, you would think that there was a solid wall behind my he…
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