If only I were traveling #52

It was suppose to be the best family vacation ever! We were headed to the warm beaches of Miami. I could feel the hot sand under my feet. The sun beaming down on me and I could feel the warmth of a golden tan starting to developed. I could hear the ocean waves splashing on the shore while vacationers from children to adults splashed, laughed, and played for hours. One thing I was not told was we had to go in a car. I hate riding in cars long distances, especially, in the heat. I didn't like how my legs stuck to the seat. I felt like an ant under a magnifying glass. We loaded up in to the car. My father was driving. He looked like Maverick from Top Gun with his pilots glasses on and his white muscle t-shirt. My mother was sitting in the passenger seat with her big, yellow straw hat with a read ribbon around it, her big sunglasses with white rims, her bright red lipstick, and her red tank top that was a couple sizes too small for her. My sister sitting opposite of me with her head phones in listening to the latest music and singing along. Oh how her voice annoys me. She is too high pitched and screeches. The only sound I could relate it to is nails on a chalk board. I myself brought a book, my journal, and all of my Doors CDs. As I listened to Jim Morrison sing "Moonlight Drive" I dreamed of a drive on the beach in a 1969 Cherry Red Chevy Nova with white bucket seats and complete with all white interior. The stereo would be playing "LA Woman" as I cruised down Manhattan Beach in the middle of the night and the moon shining bright. All of the sudden I was startled back to reality by my sister's loud and obnoxious Mario Brothers video game. I couldn't understand the reason for the volume to be so loud. My mother was snoring which was more annoying. She sounded like she was sawing through a rain forest tree. I was sweating the perspiration making my legs stick to the hot leather seats of our beat up sky blue mustang. I had been in this car for what seemed like centuries. I kept asking my dad how much longer and he would respond with, "Not much" or "We're closer than ten minutes ago". By now I was ready to jump out of the car. I didn't care if we were still on the highway. My legs were cramping and I was sore all over. I tried to close my eyes, but I was so annoyed with having to sit for so many hours I could not relax. Finally, we arrived at Miami Beach. I was so overjoyed to be out of our car I jumped up and down all the way to the beach. I said to my parents, "Next time can we fly?"