“Everything all packed?” Linda
asked
“Yes mom! Can we go now?!” I cried
“Yes! Let’s go, oh great, now
where’s your father?!”
That was always the conversation I remember
having before leaving for Yosemite National Park, where we went every single
year for our family vacations. My parents were usually very busy with their
accounting business, so we always took one full week out of the summer to go
camping in the beautiful Yosemite National Park. We always went as a family, my dad, mom
brother and sister. I was the oldest, so
I probably appreciated the time together the most out of the three kids, since
my younger brother and sister always wanted out as soon as possible. Although, they did enjoy the tubing and swimming
in the nearby lakes.
So you can imagine the way I felt
the day before we were ready to leave for our summer vacation when I had heard
that there had been a terrible outbreak of forest fires all throughout the
park, in the section we go camping in. I was heartbroken and went running in my
parents’ room to tell them. They understood
my disappointment and told me we would find a new place to camp. But I didn’t want a new place to camp! I wanted to go swimming in the lake with my
brother and sister. And I wanted to hike
the trails we hiked every year and see the same views. This news hit me the worst because I knew it
would never be the same, and that, was heartbreaking.
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