ADMISSION ESSAY

THE ROAD

The Road

It will only take three hours I thought to myself in real hesitation. My father, who was on my side, was just waiting to add a hundred more pictures to his bank of “soon to be forgotten” memories. I would not have refused if he had not taken a millennium trying to make everything so perfect. On the other side, my uncle was debating whether or not it was a sensible idea for us to go. He thought it might get dark before we finished, so he began to persuade us that it might be a better idea ...