To me, California is a state of adventure. It seems to me that the possibilities of running out of ideas on what to do there is impossible. From adventure parks, where not only little kids scream of joy because it also brings out the inner child of adults, to the coast to coast beaches. Living only minutes away from Disneyland, I was the happiest little girl because I thought I was going to be a princess myself since I lived so close to a castle. My dad would always tell me I was his little princess and that one day he would buy a castle for me to live in. He then later did buy a much bigger house but 350 miles away; it was not a fairytale castle like I imagined it to be. We moved to Arizona when the state nearly had nothing constructed. If it wasn’t for all the cacti surrounding the area the lands would have been completely empty. Who would have thought that different states can give a person a different lifestyle. The long drive to Arizona seemed endless. About every thirty minutes I would ask my mom how much longer. Whenever I would look at the time I would sigh with frustration. Sitting down in the same position brought tingles starting from my toes crawling up to my leg. I remember silently crying because I was leaving my other family behind. I was also crying because I was uncomfortable and sweaty since the AC in the SUV didn't reach much to the back. A few hours later I remember yelling form the back, “I have to go pee!” My mother replied with hesitation, “there should be a stop area coming up.” As I looked out the window with desperation my brother and sister laughed. My older brother mockingly joked around and said, “she peed her pants! she peed her pants!” over and over directly to my parents. There wasn’t going to be a rest area coming up so my father had to pull over. My mom pulled me out quickly because I nearly had an accident inside. She took me to go squat over by a bush and I had a feeling of relief w