The mountains. A place I can be myself. A place where I can bathe in happiness. My favorite part? Well, that's not easy. Family, memories and scenery is what comes to mind. When I here the words, "We're going to the mountains!" I immediately jump up and down in my mind. But in reality, I say "Yesss!" My mind is elsewhere when my mom and dad start to talk about when we'll leave and what we will do. Although, there's one part of this specific trip that I am not incredibly happy about. We all know that nana and papa aren't staying any nights and won't be around as much this trip. But, I understand it's better for them to stay behind then to suffer. Now For particulars in terms of people who make mountain trips special.
- Nana~ Always bringing crafts and fun things to do and trying to make the trip as special as possible.
- Papa~ Always cooking up mouthwatering (traditional) jambalaya. (This time my dad's doing it! Go dad)!
- Dad~ Always making the best wood burning fire there is. As well as being the man of the music and making "our" cabin the best.
- Mom~ Always looking on the bright side of things making our cabin delightful to be in. As well as doing all the prep work. (Go mom)!
- Noah~ Bringing smiles to our faces as his rough and tumble play adds a tinge of laughter to it.
Finally, the mountains as we all know is "Da bomb!".
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