My Story

Journal 3

If there is one event in my life that I could make forever it would certainly be regarding the teen tour I went on in the summer of 2006. It was a memory that will always be in my head from day 1. 30 days of pure fun, and each day told its own story. Day 1 of my trip went something like this…
There I was a stranger to many. Only one of the 50 teenagers that paid for the 30 day tour out to the west. 7 A.M. and I was ready to take off with my 3 good friends and 8 other teenagers flying out to Minnesota with me. All that kept crossing my mind was me hoping that I remembered everything I needed in my suitcase for 30 days away from home. The luggage I had to carry was a burden on my shoulder and I was so happy when it finally was taking its trip off to Minnesota with me.
I rested my head on the seat and thought about everything I was about to be getting into. Questions were un-answered and I was un-sure. How was this trip going to be? Am I going to like everyone or want to go home? How many more people am I going to meet? Question after question came to mind, and suddenly we arrived.
My good friends and I stuck together as if we were going into an unknown place and needed each other’s shoulder at every moment. We were scouting out everyone and their appearance. Trying to judge what their personality was like and what they act like. Not much time passed before we needed to get on the bus. We barely got to meet anyone but did get a few new names. The tour instructors were excellent and seemed very nice and outgoing. I was for sure this was going to be a fun trip when I met them.
When we got to the campsite we set up our tents and were assigned tent-mates for the night. That is when my adventure began and I started to truly become family and close friends with the teenagers living with me during the summer of 2006.