On August 18, 2001 my family and I left for a vacation in the Bahamas at the Atlantis Resort. We crammed all of our suitcases inside the car, which of course we had one too many. Before leaving on every vacation, my family has this tradition where we all put our hands on top of each others and yell "We're going to the Atlantis!", or whatever destination we are heading to. Once everyone was ready and situated we headed for the airport.
The flight was long, and it seemed as if we were never going to make it to the Bahamas. After several grueling hours we finally made it to our destination…
