Thieves & Tribes

My sister and I did not ASK to drive on an abandoned road, stumble into Canada, spend the night in jail, raft across the Missouri River, and most of all, we did not want to get a speeding ticket. You might not believe I was convicted of stealing a car when I was ten years old but here, I am, telling you the tale of my very own. It all started on June 15th, 2009.

We were boarding flight 2624. We could have taken a direct flight, but it got canceled. Just at the last moment, my sister and I stumbled onto another person and went into a line for another flight check-in. The person who checked our ticket said, hmm. We just went in. The security guards caught me, and I carried my dad’s passport, so we were sent to spend the night in jail. Mom did not know, so only Uncle Jerry came to bail us out of jail. The next day (UNSUPRISINGLY*), Uncle Jerry taught us to DRIVE his car; Mom and dad were remarkably busy in their monthly meeting, so they did not care much about us. But when they were back home, they got upset by our behavior because they thought we stole Uncle Jerry’s car. After convincing my parents for two days, they agreed to send us on a cross-country trip with Uncle jerry. AS we are naughty, we somehow convinced Uncle jerry to let us drive the car instead of Uncle. Uncle jerry gave us 10,000 dollars each, and we were off. We took a camera, and we first photographed the Statue of Liberty. After that, we were on the I-95.


We were driving south until we got to Atlantic City, where we ate lunch. I never had a better pizza in my LIFE. The olives were like sweet apples. We thoroughly enjoyed eating it. After finishing, we got on the 295, and shortly later, we were in Delaware. Delaware was slightly boring, but at Wilmington, we were back onto the 95, and shortly later, we were in Maryland. And finally, we reached Baltimore, where we saw this sign:

We got super excited as we were going to the nation’s capital. Oh well, we took a few pictures in D.C. So, after That, we went to stay in a hotel and used 300 Dollars. The next day we continued after eating a soggy, bitter omelet. I don’t want to recollect that horrible taste again.

Our road trip was turning into excitement as we reached Virginia.

Virginia is where MOST Civil War battles took place and the birthplace of the MOST presidents, and it took an hour to explore each; our craving for exploring the country was increasing, so we decided to go to Richmond. At the Welcome center of Richmond, we got this T-Shirt which brought the feel of traveling to us.

The Next morning in the hotel, they were charging 300 Dollars Per meal, so we decided not to do that. We went SOUTH, where we entered North Carolina. We were at Kitty Hawk, the birthplace of aviation.

Later we made our way to Durham, North Carolina, on 40. As you know, the I-40 goes to California, but we wanted to get on 66. Or ROUTE 66 so that we can touch Virginia again. We spent that night in a hotel in Charlotte, where breakfast was just a salad that tasted like boiled apples. And we continued going NORTH on I-70. We were on a somewhat dull drive until Virginia. It has stringent driving laws. As we were driving continuously, without knowing, I fell asleep. Seeing this, my sister took charge of driving; we were going 100 miles per hour, and I was woken up by sirens, where we were given a speeding ticket. Later we were in West Virginia. We stopped in Charleston, where my sister booked a hotel, and the next day we had creamy mushroom soup. We stopped in St Louis, and then the Mississippi dragged us. Then we were in Iowa, and then Nebraska, where we drove away.

We were going South to Joplin, Missouri. As we are small and looking at different directions and cities and google maps for a lot more time, we could not figure where we were until we saw the Cops stopping at U.S-Canada Border!!!

We managed to talk to cops, but as we were ten years old with no adult supervision, cops did not allow us further. They pulled us from the driveway and took my parent’s contact and gave us a call to them.

I know you will think we were doomed, but we gave Uncle Jerry’s contact as we are very naughty and clever. He is our lifesaver and who provides life full of memories. After a thorough inspection, the police handed us to Uncle Jerry, and he took us back to Los Angeles, where my story ended.


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