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My Weekend Family Get-AwayThrough knocked out(p) my childhood I liked to escape from everyday routine and be alone with my family or my closest friends. There was the civilize in the woods by the old battlefield where I would take my dog for long walks and for a change of scenery. There was the pond where my friends and I would go and throw rocks to see who could get theirs to skip the farthest. These guides are shiny in my memory because thats where I would go to have fun, but the one place that sticks out in my memory the most, the place I know better than anyone, my weekend get-away, was my familys tolerate at Hidden Valley Ski Resort. spot I was growing up I was blessed to have this house to go to on the weekends during the winter. Come Friday I would be so excited because I knew where I would be going, I loved it up there. The sights of the resort, the distinct smell of the house, and the anticipation of the drive up there all contribute to the most vivid and realistic mem ories I remembered about this placeThe excitement that filled my mind was incomprehensible to any person who has never experienced this for them self. The trip up to the house was only an hour but it felt like three or four. Snow would fall on the windshield, then be wiped away by the windshield wipers as we were driving, and every five minutes my mother would scream, Watch out, Jeff, as she would grab the handle on the door. As we pass through the tollbooth at exit 9, my Dad threw the change in the container. From the ting, ting, ting, sound the change made, I knew that we were close. Only twenty more minutes, he would say, then right after my mammy would say, Yeah, more like ten the way hes driving. Finally, we would make the right hand turn into the resort and drive up the hill. About fractional way I would get a feeling in my stomach not the feeling you get when your nervous, the one you get when your excited. With the first step out of the car onto the frozen ground the snow w ould crackle beneath my feet. Sometimes I would get a little in my shoe right between my sock and my pants.