Bountiful... Here We Come

     Every Friday, my sister, Katie, and I go to Bountiful for singing lessons.  Unfortunately, we don't  have good luck when we are driving back.  Katie is really bad with directions, and so when it's dark, and we can't see any signs, we get lost.  Getting lost is not the only factor in our trips to Bountiful.

     The first time that we went alone, something bad happened.  Katie was driving alone for the very first time, and she didn't know where everything was.  Well, that day we were driving home from singing, and we noticed that there were a lot of cops on every street.  The cops were blocking all of the entrances to the streets that we knew led to the freeway. Little did we know that there was a light show going on.  We called my parents, and were able to navigate our way to the freeway.  We learned that night that we could have used this new thing called Google Maps. 

     The second time that we went, Katie had to be back really quickly for a piano recital. Unfortunately, that night it was snowing, and the freeway was very busy.  The traffic was unbearable, and I became very frustrated.  Katie had to cancel her plans, which she didn't appreciate.  Luckily, I was prepared and had a movie that I could play on my computer.  Unfortunately, the traffic lasted three hours before we were even out of Salt Lake City.  It was a long trip, and when we got home, both of us were too frustrated to talk and have fun for the rest of our Friday night.

Bountiful

     The next time that we had to go to Bountiful, we had to get gas.  Unfortunately, Katie had never gotten gas in a car before.  My dad called us and tried to talk her step by step through the entire process because it's really not that hard.  Katie was very angry at him for not teaching her before, so she got back in the car and handed the phone to me without a word.  I said hello to my dad, and he made me go out into the cold and do it myself.  That day, which just so happened to be today, I realized how much more mature I was than Katie in some situations.

     The good thing that comes out of Bountiful is visiting my grandparents.  Before I moved here, I lived across the street from my grandparents.  My grandparents also have a house here in Park City, so whenever they are in town, we go visit them after singing.  We vent about the events that happened to us in the car, and we also make sure that my grandparents know EVERYTHING about our lives such as what we did every second of that week and who Katie wanted to ask on a date. We also play cards and watch movies.  That is the only thing that comes out of going to Bountiful that is really good.  It's very fun to visit my grandparents.

      Lesson learned, if you have somewhere to be on a Friday night, don't visit Bountiful in the afternoon.  The traffic and the events that occur will stop you from even getting close to accomplishing what you need to.