When my sibling and I were 12, my parents decided to take us to the amusement park for the summer.

The people I was with and I drove 1000 miles to get to the endpoint.

The people I was with and I stayed for a week and all of us visited numerous odd locales while all of us were there. My sibling and I had our own hotel room, but it had a door that led to the room where my mom and I were sleeping. My sibling and I still felt love all of us were important kings, since all of us had our own door and lock. The people I was with and I also got to change the temperature on our A/C, so all of us could have it as cold as all of us wanted. The people I was with and I had a superb time the first few nights, and then my mom got sick. She was throwing up for numerous nights and all of us couldn’t leave the hotel room. My dad didn’t want to take us out on his own, because he was worried about losing us in a immense crowd. My mom started to suppose better, so all of us chose to go to a dinner theater. The food didn’t agree with my mom and she threw up all over the table, however on the drive home, my mom and dad spent most of the time fighting. Things got even worse when the A/C stopped working. My dad wanted to drive with the windows down, but my mom didn’t want the wind blowing everything around in the car. The A/C splitting down was just the icing on the cake after a week full of concerns. That was the last time I remember taking a family road trip.

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