My favorite time with my family was when we went to St. Louis, Missouri. It was the summer between third and fourth grade when we went. It was my mom, sister, and grandma who went. My dad couldn’t come, because he had to work. The first place we went to was the arch.
When we went into the elevator it was tiny! There were seats inside and when we went up it would go to the side every once in awhile. The air kept getting thinner and thinner. At the top of the arch we got out and there were tubes that were helping bring air up. I looked out the window it was so high up. You could see the tops of the buildings and the people looked so tiny. Being scared of heights though I had to step back, because I was starting to feel sick.