I put my bags in my mom’s car. My dad, my mom, and I step
into the car. I notice the old empty bag of chips that I had shoved in a
compartment in the car. It had been there since before I left. Once we are on
our way back home from school we talk all about my class trip to Utah. I talked
about all of the activities we did that trip, how much fun it was, and how it
felt like I was gone forever.
We pull into the garage and everything looks, and smells like
it was when I left. My dad takes the large sleeping bag and my bag out of the
car. I grab my backpack and my mom opens the door. The dogs are waiting for me:
Fenway (the little 18 pound dog), and Homer (the big 125 pound dog). Homer
tackles me and licks my face. I get up, wipe the slobber off my face, and pick
up Fenway, and he licks my face as well. Then I see my sister standing in front
of me. “I missed you,” she says. “I missed you too, it felt like I was gone for
an eternity,” I say. I show everyone the pictures of my trip. After getting hugs, kisses, dogs licks,
coming home and getting greeted by my family, and showing everyone the memories
that were created and we will be able to keep, I knew I was home.
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