Every summer for as long as I can remember, my family has taken a vacation to a lake a few hours from our home. Father usually times the trip to coincide with Father’s Day. We always tow our ski boat behind our car so we can enjoy water skiing. This trip is always the highlight of my summer, and the few days before we go are like torture because I’m so excited to go. The day before we leave, my father and I tidy up the boat and toss all of the water skiing equipment in the back of the boat.
When it’s time to go, my mom usually makes us sandwiches with ham, cheese, and toast. My bother and a must sit in the back of the car. We have nothing to do, so we usually just annoy and torment each other. My bother always gets angry when somebody touches his stuff. Even though my brother is young and small, he’s fairly tough. When we’re misbehaving, my father always tilts the rearview mirror so he can see what we’re doing. When he stares at us with his angry looking eyes, we become timid and stop fighting. We know that if dad gets to upset at us, he won’t let us go skiing, and we all agree that would be a tragedy.
If my brother and I are well behaved on the journey, my father lets us have some ice cream as a token of his appreciation. I always get chocolate, but I usually trade spoonfuls with my brother. My mom says that I’ve always liked to share with others; a trait, she says, that I inherited from her side of the family.
When we arrive at the lake, the first thing we must do is to pay the toll to enter the park. Then we go to our hotel to drop off our suitcases and change into our swimming suits. Our hotel is an old lighthouse tower that was renovated several years ago.
When we’re ready, he takes out a map and traces the route that we’re going to water ski along. Then he sets the alarm on our watch for 5:00 so he doesn’t lose track of time. Then we walk along a trail from our hotel to the lake. Finally, mom always makes us spray toxic amounts of bug spray all over our bodies: from the top of our heads to the tips of our toes. When we’re completely ready, we begin our skiing. We usually go until it gets dark, or until it tires us out.
When it’s time to go, my mom usually makes us sandwiches with ham, cheese, and toast. My bother and a must sit in the back of the car. We have nothing to do, so we usually just annoy and torment each other. My bother always gets angry when somebody touches his stuff. Even though my brother is young and small, he’s fairly tough. When we’re misbehaving, my father always tilts the rearview mirror so he can see what we’re doing. When he stares at us with his angry looking eyes, we become timid and stop fighting. We know that if dad gets to upset at us, he won’t let us go skiing, and we all agree that would be a tragedy.
If my brother and I are well behaved on the journey, my father lets us have some ice cream as a token of his appreciation. I always get chocolate, but I usually trade spoonfuls with my brother. My mom says that I’ve always liked to share with others; a trait, she says, that I inherited from her side of the family.
When we arrive at the lake, the first thing we must do is to pay the toll to enter the park. Then we go to our hotel to drop off our suitcases and change into our swimming suits. Our hotel is an old lighthouse tower that was renovated several years ago.
When we’re ready, he takes out a map and traces the route that we’re going to water ski along. Then he sets the alarm on our watch for 5:00 so he doesn’t lose track of time. Then we walk along a trail from our hotel to the lake. Finally, mom always makes us spray toxic amounts of bug spray all over our bodies: from the top of our heads to the tips of our toes. When we’re completely ready, we begin our skiing. We usually go until it gets dark, or until it tires us out.