*I know you aren’t supposed to let people see your poopy first drafts, but I took a writing class on Saturday in which I wrote two short essays (first drafts). Here is one written from this prompt – Write about the first trip you remember taking.
I remember it was sticky hot when we loaded the truck bed with blankets, books, and a battery powered radio with a cassette in both decks.
Jessica and I crawled over the tailgate and took our places. The tailgate slammed and the engine started. We were 12 years old. We were hitting the road to North Carolina.
While I am certain we stopped for food and bathroom breaks, I remember none. I do remember a hotel room with orange coverlet and smoke stained blinds.
I also remember the only outing we made in North Carolina: A trip to Myrtle Beach.
Jessica was stoked. She was self-confident in her swim attire and eager to jump into the ocean despite the fact that clouds, sands, and waters were gray and dingy.
I walked into the water until it hit my knees. A wave hit me, and I froze.
It was the first time I had seen the ocean.
Jessica was one with jellyfish bobbing in and out of waves without fear.
No sooner did a second wave strike my knees did my dad shout, “Okay. Let’s go.”
Emily looked confused.
We had seen the ocean. We set out to do a thing, and we did it. Now, we were done, and it was time to go back home.
Jessica grimaced the whole ride back to Nashville. I had no idea why.
I would not visit North Carolina again until my early thirties. I did not visit the ocean. I had already seen it.
If you all decide to use the prompt and write a little blog post about the first trip you remember, I would love to read them. You can link me to your posts via the comments section below.