12 March 2012
The Trip Of Your Dreams
I remember when I went on the trip of my dreams. It was the summer of 2001. I was about 10 years old. My Mom, my brother Brett, my cousins Jackie and Kelley, and my Aunt Sally all went to the island of the Bahamas. The resort was called 'Atlantis Paradise Island', and boy; it was paradise.
It was June 22nd, a beautiful day. The temperature was at about 90 degrees and it was very sunny. I was so excited to get on the plane. I was a little young to know exactly where we were going, but I knew it was going to be fun in the sun. I just could not wait to get there. It was a long time us kids had to wait on the plane. It must have took at least 3 hours to get there leaving from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. If you can remember back when you were a kid, trying to keep yourself occupied at that age is extremely hard. So we took out the game boys and the CD players and we were fine from then on out. Except for the fact when one of us just had to ask, if we were there yet.
After being on the plane for a while we had arrived. We were all very anxious to get off the plane to stretch and of course to see our beautiful surroundings. We left out of the airport and caught a bus that was going to our exact destination. We got to the resort and got all of our bags and such off the bus and walked in the hotel. It was just breath taking. The ceiling was tall and looked like we were in some sort of cathedral. There was huge white pillars reaching all the way up to the ceiling. The walls were painted with pictures of sea life all over them. There was just so much to look at. I was in heaven just walking in the place.
Getting settled in was the easy part as we were trying to go out and explore everything. Our parents did not really tell us much about the fun that we were going to experience. So we were itching to find out just what we were in for. Us kids got our bathing suits on and grabbed our mothers and ran downstairs to find out the whole...