My mom had always wanted to go to Scotland. She had a close friend she wanted to go with. Months of planning, saving money, testing trekking boots, back packs, and she was ready to go to Scotland. My older sister and I were going to spend the Summer in Alaska, my younger sister with her dad, and I was excited to go up there and spend time with him. But, then something happened, and my mom did not go. I, years later, found out my father did not want me to go up there and visit him for whatever reason. Or, maybe he just wasn't equipped to have us girls up there and spend time with him?
My mom instead went to Summer School and my older sister and I went to Disneyland with my younger sister and her dad. It was a treacherous ride with her and him. He was constantly yelling at my older sister and I and she was constantly finding ways to get me in trouble. (yelled at by her father) It was the last Summer I ever wanted to spend with my younger sister and her father. I decided then and there that I wanted nothing to do with them, both of them.
Disneyland was fun though, and we had a blast. At that time there was an Autopia, cars that went around a track, but the cars were miniature Cadillacs and Chevrolets. I loved that ride. 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea Ride was always full of people and super long lines. So, we went on other rides. We also went to the pool, and stayed a few days in Las Vegas.
We came home, tired, sun-kissed, smelling of cigarrette smoke, and happy. Mom announced we were moving back to Provo, Utah, which made me happier.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
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