Bump! The car ride was rough, making me feel slightly nauseous. The music blasted, piercing my ears, and the smell of Doritos filled the car. It was a cold, crisp autumn evening.My parents, my brother Brandon, my cousin Kaylah, and I decided to have dinner, and we had just taken off from San Francisco. Because the car was cramped, Brandon and my Kaylah kept nudging me. “Stop!” I demanded, clearly irritated by them.
All of a sudden, the ear-splitting music paused. Still keeping his eyes on the road, he asked us, “Do you kids want to stop to see the Golden Gate Bridge?” “Yeah, we should go. I know a perfect place where the view is stunning!” my mom added, obviously wanting to go. “I don’t know,” Kaylah and Brandon said in unison. I looked to them, but I knew neither of them really wanted to go. I clearly understood their decisions and I agree with them. We all have had a long, exhausting day. Seriously, Kaylah was literally half asleep! …show more content…
“Come on. It would be nice to get out of the car a little bit, and it’s not everyday you get to see the Golden Gate Bridge in person,” they would go on and on about. Kaylah gave in, knowing how badly my mom and dad wanted to see the bridge. Since Brandon was easily convinced he also decided to go. However, I was still doubtful of going. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep on my comfortable bed. But, considering how badly my parents wanted to I thought more deeply about my final choice. Sigh. How could I have been so selfish? I asked myself. I was the oldest kid, yet I am so stubborn and only think about myself. I finally came to an agreement with everyone else, and besides, I have never actually seen the Golden Gate