Personal Writing: My Most Memorable Experience

Part I of Essay
The beaten up old Pontiac sputtered violently as we rolled leisurely out of our driveway. With my mom in the passenger seat and my dad behind the wheel, the front of the car was up with excitement for our trip to Arizona. My brother Allan was quietly asleep next to me, a ....

Part II of Essay
.... had been craving something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontrollable, an almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue by putting myself to sleep. Over 45 minutes had past before I was awaken so abruptly by the grasp of my dad large hand on my shoulder. "Time for lunch!" quaintly said with a jolly cheer hidden deep in his voice. One after another we trickled from the car, emptying quite quickly. I took a large deep br ....