Personal Writing: My Most Memorable Experience The beaten up old Pontiac sputtered violently as we rolled leisurely out of our driveway. With my mom in the passenger seat and my dad behind the wheel, the front of the car was up with excitement for our trip to Arizona. My brother Allan was quietly asleep next to me, and as for my sister, Jacqueline, and youngest brother J.D.; they played quietly in the car. I sat quietly behind my mother, still delirious of the situation and dreading the long exhausting trip that I was to endure. My lack of enthusiasm was due to my late bedtime the night before. I guess I was lucky to be a passenger in the car, and not t