I remember the day my parents told me we were moving up from California to Oregon. I hated them for telling me that. I was seven years old, and very naive. I never wanted to come up here, I didn’t want to leave all of my friends, or my family. I knew nobody up here besides maybe a cousin or two. I was devastated. But, with the move also came a long road trip full of adventures and some great memories that I will always cherish. I was playing out in the backyard when suddenly my mom comes up to me telling me to tell goodbye to my friends at school because we were moving the next week because of family from Mexico who wanted a fresh start, as did my parents. I cried, and probably threw a lot of temper tantrums, but I had to face everyone at…show more content… I wasn’t feeling too upset just yet, but then I saw myself in the mirror. I had a huge spider bite, right beneath my left eye. Of course being myself, I cried. To this day, I am still afraid of spiders because of that trauma. It was possibly the worst thing that could have happened to me. Well, not the worst, but it was pretty high up there. My sister pointed and laughed at me, as did my parents, well they didn’t point at me, but I still felt pretty bad about myself. I thought that I was going to look like a joke when I arrived up in Oregon, and I did. The whole ride to Portland I had to wear some silly pink sunglasses to hide the huge spider bite so it didn’t look like I had gotten hit, it’s pretty funny to think about now. It’s a good memory, even though I’m still deadly afraid of…show more content… I suddenly forgot that I was upset for leaving San Diego. I just wanted to get to Portland and lay in a real bed, and get settled down because I couldn’t handle the car rides anymore. I was very impatient. Every hour or so I’d see another sign; 200 miles, 160 miles, 40 miles. Then we finally arrived. Portland, Oregon; The city of roses. It was July 3rd and all of our family members were waiting for us. We arrived at our aunts house, my moms sister, and they greeted us with open arms. We stayed with them for a couple of nights until we found a place for ourselves. To me, the trip still wasn’t over. Each night I had to sleep in my cousins room, I liked her and all, she was just a brat sometimes. The next day was fourth of July, we were all getting ready to go out and go to a picnic to get settled for the fireworks. I like to remember this day as a celebration of my family’s arrival to Portland. But I usually keep that to myself. That night, the fireworks took my breath away. It wasn’t like anything I had ever seen before in my life. San Diego would show great fireworks, but not like the ones I saw on downtown Portland waterfront. The minute I got home, I layed in bed and thought to myself, “I might actually like this
