It all starts with birds chirping happily outside, flying freely, and trying to catch the fattest worms. I rise from my bed and lean on the headboard to take time to think about what awaits me, a family excursion. I couldn't sleep a wink last night due to the excitement. The sun is already shining and the light from the sun is fighting to make its entrance inside my match box room. I gradually slide off the bed and walk towards the curtain. I draw the curtains open, and the sun instantly invades my eyes, compelling me to shut them close. I wipe the sleep off my eyes and turn away to begin preparing for the day. Once we're all done, we gather in the dining room area by the wooden dining table, excitement is protruding on everyone's faces... except for my father of course, the man's face is as neutral as a gear.

We start loading all the necessities in the van and hit the road soon after that.  As per usual tons is fun is had on the road. Golden Oldies are blasting through the speakers, we are singing along and butchering the lyrics here and there. We stopped for a not so quick bathroom break at the petrol station. I roll down my window and the smell of freshly baked pies invites itself into the car. I close my eyes for a moment to savor the awesome smell, but that is cut short as the petrol smell and the freshly baked pies one battle against each other. My dad exits the car and my mother storms to the gas station shop to avoid having to go in there with us, because she knows that we'll want to purchase every item there in there. As we are waiting, my siblings start biting each other's heads off because the other is selfish with the tablet. Sigh, now I need to take on my mother's role and start with the reprimanding. These two rascals will be the death of me. My mom and dad eventually return, and my mom hands reaches her hand out to hand us our goodies. The Coke is the only thing that has my attention in the plastic. I take it out and it’s as cold as a man’s heart. I twist the cap open and draw the bottle towards my lips. I take a gulp, the liquid slides down my throat and the acid instantly burns my throat, but at least I quenched my thirst.

The wheels hit the tar and we eventually reached our destination (Happy Island Water World). I’m feeling a bit anxious, because it only hit me now that I can’t swim. I’ll probably look like a fish on dry land. We prepare for the water, and I slowly make my way inside the ice-cold water. The pungent smell of chlorine is wafting in the air. I decide to lift my feet off the ground and unfortunately slip and fall in the water. Water quickly fills my nostrils and I panic, but within a matter of time I can feel my body being pulled out of the pool.

My mom comes running and panting as if she had been running in a marathon. Panic written all over her face. She orders my siblings to get out of the pool and asks mt father to take us home. The mood in the car is rather somber and damp. As soon we get home, I rush to my room and immediately doze off the minute my head hits my fluffy pillow.