wild essay

I don’t remember my first visit to Mexico, since I’ve gone every year, except this one. I like going there because its fun, my aunts take me everywhere. We go eat some tacos, tortas, and enchiladas, which are very yummy. I enjoy going to parties. The last time I went an aunt got married, and I enjoyed the party. I was dancing, it was cool. We also went to some place that’s like a pool, but it has a fountain in the center and throwing water straight up, it goes very high. We went to the park, and make some carne asada, and spent time with my family. We always have a good time no matter where we are, my family is very united, and sometimes could be funny, specially my uncle. He’s crazy, but cool. My grandpa has a horse and I used to get on it when I was little, but now I’m scared that I might fall.
When we go I love riding motorcycles, my aunts had three, but now another aunt bought one so there’s four now, I like riding them, its fun. But my aunt fell off of it, the motorcycle slipped and she fell, but she was all right, nothing serious happened to her. My sister almost crashed it because she turned the handle by accident but she stopped it in time, she was alone that time, the next time I was with her, and she was going to make a right turn, to get in the other street, and she almost crashed into another motorcycle, we knew the guy that was driving the motorcycle he was one of our friends, and we were all shocked because we were almost going to crash, we never told my parents about that little accident, because we knew that if we told them we were never going to get to ride the motorcycle again, so we kept that little secret.
When I was there, I went to some classes that were about, donating food, and helping the poor. It was fun, because we played games, and we went around where we lived and helped people, we gave them a bag of food, with necessary things, that people need. And by helping other people, we had a field trip, there were pools and they had games in the water, we played lots of fun games. We got to swim and we were racing, to see who swam the fastest, I lost, my friend won me.
Two days before we came back to Los Angeles, Sunday, my friend invited me to a disco, since we weren’t going to see each other no more. We wanted to go out somewhere, so we decided to go to the disco. But we had to take my uncle and my aunt, so we went and we started to dance, we had a good time, then we went back home like at 10:30 somewhere around that time. And I haven’t seen my friend since that time, but I’ve talked to him through myspace, but were still good friends. I don’t know when I’m a go back to Mexico, I hope it’s soon, but I don’t really know…so that was my trip to Mexico.