The Memorable Trip
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Original Writing The Memorable Trip It was during the Summer Holidays, that my whole family decided to set off to visit my grandparents. I was enjoying myself there and on the second day, my granddad asked me to get ready because I was about to go on a memorable trip. He did not say where we were going, but I figured he was taking me on a shopping spree. But then I had these other thoughts. Maybe we were going on a road trip, or maybe we were going to visit my relatives, or maybe, just maybe, an exotic trip to the rainforest, a place I had always wanted to go. Throughout the night, I couldn't sleep thinking, "What would this trip be?" The next morning, I woke up and heard a lot of noise in the kitchen. It was two of my cousins, I quickly said hello to them.
This was something I really wasn't looking forward to, but unfortunately, it was something that I couldn't get out of. My granddad advised me not to look at the water so much and to keep focused on the job so I couldn't think about getting sick. He said it was going to be ok. I didn't know how I was going to work it out but I just knew that it was going to be some experience As we approached the dock, we could see a lot of other fishermen arriving as well. Same as us, they were carrying ropes and many other things which were needed. It seemed like everyone knew my granddad because every time we came across someone, they would say "Hi" to him. I was getting worried because we had to board the boat, I was nervous and my hands were shaking. We then finally boarded the boat.
I gave him aspirins to ease the pain, helped him to get to the bow and tried to make him comfortable. When my granddad started up the boat, he said "Kevin is officially the first shark we have caught today." It was really funny and it helped break off the silence. I stood up and instantly felt dizzy. My stomach was very upset and the vomit in my throat began to rise. I couldn't stop it. Yuck! I started throwing up everything that I had eaten that day. I kept doing so for fifteen minutes until I had nothing else left in my stomach. I couldn't stand staying in the boat for another hour so I persuaded my granddad to turn back and go home. "Back on the land," I said loudly and excitingly, I was really glad to be going home. From that day onwards, I despised fishing, and I told my granddad never to arrange trips like that again. I also learnt that it takes a lot of guts to go fishing and that fishing is really risky and dangerous.
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