My Last Memory

If I could keep one last memory I would have to choose the memory of my family and me going to St.George Island.It was so fun. My dad's side of the family went-my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, my two cousins,and my family. It was an awesome week! We rode our bikes everywhere. We played on the beach almost everyday. One day, we drove to Panama City to go deep sea fishing. It was amazing. We caught lots of fish and had an exciting day. My cousin Marc caught the biggest fish of the day. It was a Red Snapper and was twenty-four inches long!!!!!
My uncle is a very talented artist. He is a sketch artist for the Hoover Police Department outside Birmingham, AL. He drew tattoos on our arms that looked really cool. On me, he drew a skull and crossbones with a bandanna and eye patch. On my cousin, Marc, he drew a skull and crossbones with flames coming out of the eyes. He used Sharpie Markers and so our tattoos lasted about two weeks. My sister and my cousin, Natalie, had a great time shopping with my Nana. On the beach we worked out with my Uncle Paul and he taught us a lot of work out moves. He used to be in the Navy.
The house we rented was three stories high with a balcony on the top of the roof. It had a private hot tub and pool. We stayed up until late hours of the night swimming and having a blast. Even my father who never gets in the pool got in and played with us.
A funny thing happened on the beach when my mother supposedly sprained her ankle. She made my Dad carry her all the way home from the beach. The next day, her ankle was miraculously healed. I think she was just faking the injury all along for attention.
This vacation took place during my fifth grade summer so I was reading "Where the Red Fern Grows". I finished the book one afternoon before dinner. I was so depressed and so sad after I read the book, I cried and was bummed out for the rest of the night. My mom knew I was going to be sad and tried to prepare me for the ending.
The trip with my family to St. George Island is my favorite memory because it reminds me of what family is about which is being all together and sharing good times. I would want to keep this memory so I would be reminded of who my family is and how much we love each other.