Memories, they're the thoughts or experiences we could never forget. The bad thing about memories is that they come both ways. They could be good or bad. My favorite memory happens to be a good one. My first trip to France.
I was the first time I got to ride a plane. I was only nine so of course I was afraid. I was excited to get off because I knew I wasn't going to see y cousins. I had only met them when once when I was five, but I could hardly remember their faces. I was real happy to see them.
I was real excited just to be out of the United States. I have breathed that air for so long, I was happy to be somewhere else. There were a beautiful breeze and nice fresh air there it was amazing.
The best part of the whole trip was the fact that I got to spend time with my family. My mom and dad both worked forty hours a weak and sometimes even more. So I was just very happy to be together on that trip. Usually my mom goes alone but this time the entire family got to go. It was an amazing experience and if I could do all over I would.
So yeah my favorite memory was our family trip to France. The air was soft and cool. There was a good breeze, and it was good to be away from the U.S.
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