Prompt for the week of March 14

Well, the first time that I really went far away from home without a family member for an extended amount of time was my band trip to San Antonio, TX my sophmore year of high school. I thought it was totally awesome to be able to go somewhere with all my band friends and without having my mom watching over everything I do. I remember on the day we left for Texas my mom was watching me as the bus rolled away and I didn't really pay that much attention to her. I was more worried about finding a good spot on the bus and sociallizing with all my bestest friends that I was going to be with the entire trip. I think my mom was kinda hurt that I didn't really seemed sad about leaving her, but I will never know how she truly felt about the whole thing. I have a ton of fun on the trip and was really sad when it was finally over. However, I was ready to see my family when I got home. I think from the whole trip I learned that you never realize how much you need and love someone and how much you can miss them until you are away from them for an extended amount of time. If anything, the trip made me greatful for my family and that I get to see the ones I care about almost everyday of my life.