My favorite trip.

When I was nigh years old, I went to a trip with my parents and my sister. We lived near a mountain. One day a group of people decided to climb this mountain. We also joined them. In the morning, we got up very early, maybe just five or six o’clock. Then I just eat some eggs. At first we thought we would return hotel in the noon. However, we had to suffer the next nine hours. we went along a small path. After almost two hours, we climbed a cliff by holding some iron chains. Then we could see a very plain place which was full of fabulous flowers. At the noon, we almost reached the top of the mountain. There was a landscape. Some stores had set up there. People could even buy some noodles as their lunch. I was too tired to go around. However, my father cheated me, he told me that when we return to hotel, we would be less tired. How silly am I! I trusted him, then I had to face countless pain. This mountain was too big, at beginning; we all thought it was small. If we went with mountain’s range we could went to other Provence. That almost drives me mad. I wanted to shut to my father, but I was too tired to say anything. My feet were painful, they almost blood. Therefore, I decided to stay there without any motivation to move even one step. My parents and sister could do nothing with me, but there was no way to let me stay there, because there were some wolves still live in this mountain. However, I didn’t care about wolves, I even thought: I was too hunger, if the wolves attacked me. That was great. I had some meat to eat. That thought made my parents and my sister speechless. Therefore, my father decided that he would carried me instead let me be eaten by wolves. Then, at 4o’clock we returned hotel. My father carried me for almost three hours. Besides, at that time, I was almost 100 pounds. My father was too tired to complain about my weight, I was too tired to argue with him about how tough I felt when he carried me.