Eriberto Cortes Mrs. Twenge Period 4 March 14, 2016 My Journey My childhood memory was seeing my dad’s parents. I was 10 years old. We were living in Santa Maria I was living with my parents my brother and sister. I was still going to school, when my parents decided to go to move Georgia with my parents. First, my parents started packing up all of the matter that we were going to take that morning. That same day I was going to school. When I got to school I did not know if to tell the teacher I was leaving, but I had a feeling that he knew. I was feeling anxious, butterflies in my stomach because I wasn’t sure if my parents were going to pick me from school. Before lunch my parents had come for me. My parents just had finish packing everything up, and it was time to leave. Then, it was boring while being in the car. But we has past Las Vegas, and so the Grand Canyon. We stop to see the Grand Canyon it was an amazing site to see, but I was scared of get near the edge to see down. We also stop with other family members on our trip. While we visited all of them they were all surprise of seeing us at their home. But received us with their well. In every family member that we had visited prepared a big meal in our arrival to their home. We also had spent the night at their home. I could not sleep because I would have been home sick. It was great going to every family member visiting them because as I didn’t know them they didn’t know me. Next, we were a few miles away from where my grandparents lived. It was getting dark and my dad was also tired. So my dad decided to rest at the resting areas. My parents fell asleep my brother and sister did to. But I didn’t I wasn’t sleepy. I just wanted to meet my grandparents. I was wondering on how they are because I never meet them in person. Wondering on what are they going to say or do to us when we get there? After, we woke up we wanted to get there in the morning to eat at my grandmother home. So we had finally arrived. My parents didn’t want to call my grandma. They wanted to surprise them, and see their reactions. We had just knocked when my grandpa had opened the door. He didn’t know if to cry or laugh, he hug my parents after 8 years apart. My grandma came and happened the same thing what my grandpa had done, but she just hug my dad with tears falling from the eyes. So we entered their home talking. They had taken a long while just talking it seemed also if the hours seemed as days. But I was happy of seeing them, she hugged us as if a snake to its prey. I was a tight hug. So, it was getting late so we unloaded the truck. We had to place everything inside the living for that day, because it was late. The next day we had unpacked everything and placed it in the room. After hours had past we had finished putting everything in its place. We had finish everything it took us about 9-10 days to get here. Although, we had gone here we had a lot. My parents had to put me to school. They also had to get a job. A week later we had just settled here great my parents had jobs I was going to a great indoor school. Then we had known the place well we shopped, went to entertainment centers. I liked it there I didn’t want to leave it here it felted great being there. I had a lot of friends old young it was it a gang but we didn’t do bad things we just had a lot of fun things. I loved leaving with my grandparents. To me they were they best in the world. They would buy many toys, cloths. They would take me to eat, to games, and to the theaters, they also did me the best birthday I ever had. Finally, after a year and half my grandparents were leaving to go to Mexico because of some issues they had to solve. I didn’t want them to go, but it was something they had to do. Days past, then it’s was time to pack up and leaving again. My grandparents told me that someday we would see each other again. My parents didn’t know were to go after this. We been to Florida, Nebraska, Utah, and Nevada. But my dad didn’t like those place it took us about 4 years to come back to California. So this is my childhood memory.