The plane came to a stop and everyone started to get up and walk off the plane. As I was walking down the skinny aisle of the airplane, I was expecting to walk from the plane into the airport. I was surprised to find out that we were walking down a set of stairs and straight outside. I had never seen this before. The warm California breeze rushed against my face as I stepped out of the airplane. My first breath of California air was warm and delightful. I stood at the top stair for a few seconds, just taking in the scenery. I would have stayed longer but my brother pushed me from behind.
My Aunt Shirley and Uncle Otto were waiting inside for us. Hundreds of people gathered around the conveyer belts that brought out the luggage. Hearing those belts start moving was like a dinner bell for a dog. People huddled as close as they could to look for their bags. After fighting to find our luggage for fifteen minutes, we loaded up in Uncle Otto’s car and headed out.
It was just my brother Grant and I who made the trip from Kingsley, IA to Los Angeles, CA. I didn’t know what to expect when we landed in Los Angeles. I had never been to a big city like that. My eyes were glued to the window as we were driving through L.A. My favorite part was staring up at the skyscrapers towering over us as we drove by. The drive from L.A. to Bakersfield was about two hours. The ride was a stomach-turning. The road led us up and down the mountains and was very windy. I can’t really complain though. The mountain side was a beautiful sight to look at. I had never seen a real mountain before so it was very interesting.
The purpose of us flying out to California was because my Aunt Shirley had just bought a new car and wanted to give Grant her old one. This wasn’t the only reason however; Shirley and Otto thought it would be nice for us to experience the many joys of California.
“Well here we are,” Otto said as we pulled into their driveway.
“This is your house?” I asked.
Their house was amazing. It is just a single story house with no basement, but it was a really nice house. The house has five bedrooms and three bathrooms. They have a brick pathway surrounded by bushes leading to their backyard. This is where their beautiful view is, the pool, and the Jacuzzi. They also have a nice little building which they called their game room. Inside the game room was a pool table, pinball, darts, a card table, and an XBOX.
Their house made me a little nervous. I had never been in a house this nice and I was afraid I was going to break something. After they gave us a tour of their house, I felt a little better because they had told us to act as if we were at home and not to worry about anything.
My brother and I unloaded our bags, put on our swim trunks and dove into the pool. I went straight to the diving board. The sun’s rays were beating down on me, and as I entered the water I could feel the coolness take over my body. I swam to the other end of the pool and stood under the waterfall. After swimming for about an hour, we got out and went to the garage. In the garage sat my brother’s new car. It was a 1992 Mercury Cougar. It was dark blue with a custom chrome strip on the bottom quarter of the car. Shirley also had some custom rims installed on the car. The body was in excellent shape as was the interior.
The next day, Shirley and Otto drove us around the city of Bakersfield so we knew where things were and could do stuff while they were at work. I would say the town of Bakersfield is about 50 Kingsleys put together. Bakersfield is so much bigger than Kingsley. This was the first time I actually left the state of Iowa and went to a different part of the country. I instantly fell in love with the big city environment. There is so much more going on and there are so many people.
The second day we traveled down to Santa Monica State Beach, which is down by Los Angeles, so it was only an hour and 45 minutes away. The beach was amazing! It was packed with people lying around, playing, swimming, and surfing. The boardwalk was filled with food stands, games, clothing stores, and rides. There was just so much going on, it was kind of overwhelming for a Midwestern kid.
After Grant and I were there for a couple of days, our step-dad Rick flew out also. Shirley is Rick’s sister. When Rick got there we went to Disneyland in Anaheim for the day. We spent the entire day there and it was completely worth it. Grant and I did this sling-shot ride, which took us 15 stories in the air then released us and we fell towards the ground. We swung back and forth with a perfect view of Disneyland.
It cooled down a little bit when we got back to the house, so we started a little fire in their fire pit and sat around it the rest of the night. The next couple of days we stayed at the house and soaked up the summer heat. We had some of our cousins over and swam in the pool and played a bunch of games. We also laid beside the pool relaxing and getting a very good tan. On one of the days the temperature got up to 117 degrees! It was hot, but not like Iowa hot. There is little to no humidity there.
I would love to go back to my aunt and uncle’s house soon. They made it feel like home. They are two of the nicest people I know. I am sick of living in a small town where everyone knows everyone. In small towns, if someone does something one night, the very next morning the entire town is talking about it. There is no where to go to just get away and relax. But in urban areas, not everyone knows every little think about you. There are a bunch of places to go where no one knows every detail of your life. Since my junior year in high school, I have decided that when I get a career I am going to live in a bigger city environment. Don’t get me wrong, living in a small town is nice because as a student you get the chance to play in any sport you want and it is easy to get around, but I feel in the long run, living in a big city has more benefits than living in a small town. This summer I plan on moving to Bakersfield to live with Shirley and Otto. I do not like cold weather; even though I have lived in Iowa my whole life, I have not gotten use to it. I went to Wayne State College my as a freshman. The college had about 2000 students, but that was still too small for me. The city of Wayne was 5000 people including the students, so it was a little better than Kingsley but not much. Now that I am here at Ames, I am a lot happier. Ames is a nice sized town, it’s not too big but yet it’s not too small. I am ready to move on and try something different, and I think Bakersfield is a good place to start.