My Only Vacation

My only vacation ever was when my great uncle passed around labor day 2019. It was August 31-September 2. The funeral was the 31st, so we went straight to my great-grandpa’s house where we would spend the 3 days. We got our stuff settled in and went to the funeral. We got back, and met up with my uncle and cousin, who had decided to come up (north to grandpa’s). We ate dinner and slept. The next morning, we (me, my 2 bros, our uncle, and cousin) played RISK until my cousin got in a fit, and my uncle decided to take him home. We ate lunch, tried out a golf cart Dad had fixed that day, and played games and stuff with each other (me and my two bros). That evening (right before bed) our other cousins came while we had a campfire. They stayed the night in the house or tents. We made pancakes for breakfast, and spent the morning having fun. Just before lunch, we got our stuff packed up, and went to our great-grandma’s house, which was a little north. She is our great-grandma on our grandpa’s side, while our great-grandpa is on our grandma’s side. We had a big family get-together on labor day as we always do; we had lunch. After the get-together, we left for home. That was my only vacation ever.