The family vacation that I'm going to write about is when I went to Mexico with my family when I was in first grade. We flew there on a plane and met my Grandpa (who was living there at the time, with my Grandma) at the airport. He drove us to their little house. It was late at night, so we just went to sleep when we got there, but in the morning we were amazed. It was Christmas time, and it was blazing hot outside. We even had a Piniata on the little cement patio in the back yard. I remember playing with all the little Mexican toys that my Grandparents had.
A few days later, we went to the beach and jumped in the waves and had a picnic. I remember that my dad took my little brother way out into the water and was splashing him around. I was scared to go in any deeper than my ankles, because I was afraid of sharks. Me and my cousins would run along the beach with our towels flying behind us. It was a great vacation, and hope to go there again someday.