Ever since I was little, every summer my family makes the twelve hour drive to my grandma’s home. She lives in San Antonio, Texas, home of the Alamo. Even though the drive can be extremely boring, especially with two brothers who never share the back seat, the long drive is always worth it to get to see my grandmother.
Since we live over 700 miles away from each other, I only get to see her once, maybe twice, a year. Every trip we make out to Texas I must cherish because it is the time I finally get to see my grandma.
As soon as we enter San Antonio’s outskirts, my family instantly perks up because we know the drive is almost over. We know soon we will be surrounded by all the fun things my grandmother has prepared for us – especially all the good food! She always has Blue Bell Ice Cream waiting for us in the freezer and sour cream donuts waiting in the kitchen.
The next morning after we wake up, we are greeted with the sight of deer and birds all over my grandmother’s backyard. We can go out on her porch and listen to the birds talking to one another while we eat breakfast. My grandmother’s dog sometimes scares away the skittish deer, but we throw bread over the fence for the deer to come and eat later.
Being a thrill junkie, I also get extremely excited for our trip to grandma’s home because we always visit Six Flags Fiesta Texas. At Fiesta Texas, there are crazy roller coasters that spin, toss, and turn us in every direction. My favorite ride is called Iron Rattler; this coaster drops 179 feet at a 81 degree angle on the very first hill. As I go down this drop, I feel as if I am flying out of my seat.
Even though all these other things make my family’s trip amazing, my grandma’s home is really special because I always can relax. The obligations I usually feel are put on hold, and I feel as if I can finally breathe. At my grandmother’s home, the main problems I worry about are where the last puzzle piece went or if our pillow fort is stable enough.
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