An essay about a trip to Mexico

Trip With Dad During the summer break of 2003, I experienced the worst and most insightful trip of my life. My dad and I left on the last month of summer vacation to go to Mexico. It was there that I finally found my true inner self. It all began when my dad picked me up at my house with a tiny, red Jeep that was packed to the roof with camping gear including two enormous …

…I never took the trip, I probably would not have been able to appreciate the littler things in life like having clean and warm tap water that you can drink and bathe in. I also gained a lot more confidence in going up to strangers, mainly girls, and talking to them about anything. I have also learned that one typically does not know what one has until one sees others who do not have anything.