How can i add a metaphor to this?

i need to add a metaphor to this memoir anywhere. please help, thanks!





The trip to NYC





For the first thirteen years of my life, I hadn't been anywhere. No vacations, never been on an airplane, or had even left Massachusetts, besides one trip to New Hampshire. Then my brother Jeff moved to New York, and my mother suddenly decided we should take a 'road trip'. She denied any this being the reason for taking the trip in the first place, but I could see right through her and knew that was her motive. Whatever the reason, my mom planned for us to go to New York over the next school vacation to visit my brother Jeff, his wife Allyson and their newly born son Mike. To my brother Ray, who was five at the time and I, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to us. We were ecstatic, and kept track of the days left on a calendar. Finally, after a long, drawn out Friday at school, we got to leave early Saturday morning. After shoving bag after bag of clothing into the trunk, we got in the car to leave. I sadly petted our dog Jesse goodbye; because Jeff wasn’t a fan of the fur, claws, and slobber Jesse came with. At last, the extensive drive began.

While my mom had warned us of the six hour drive we faced weeks ago, Ray and I ignored her, thinking we would have no trouble staying amused. Wrong. We were entertained for about three hours with a portable DVD player until the batteries died. After that, it was torture. I began to wonder exactly how much longer I could take being in the car with Ray, who kept singing along with any song he knew on the radio. After another hour, we stopped to get lunch at a highway side McDonalds. While my mother was ordering the food, Ray called me over very excitedly to show me a Coke machine that took credit cards. I had seen one before, but he was taken aback by it, acting like it was the most amazing thing. I just walked away towards the parking lot, leaving my mom and him inside. I sat down in the seat and started to eat my French fries. About five minutes later, I saw my mom coming out of the restaurant. I settled back into my chair and turned up the music. She started up the car and we left, heading towards New York. I looked out the window. “Ray, look at that pretty cloud.” I said to my brother. No answer. “Ray?” I sat up abruptly. Still no response. I looked back behind me and realized the seat was empty, and Ray was still at McDonalds! I started yelling at my mom to hurry up and turn around. She was so afraid, and couldn't believe that “she had left her baby behind!” My mom gunned it back at approximately eight hundred miles an hour. I rushed inside, and there was Ray, hair matted and sitting under a filthy table littered with used ketchup packets and greasy napkins, playing with a Happy Meal toy someone had left behind. I let out a huge sigh of relief, and ran over to wrap him in my arms. Thankfully, he was all right, apparently he hadn’t even noticed that we were gone. “It was fun! I found this toy and I ate some fries and I jumped on the seats and washed my hair and no one even said anything!” I slowly looked around to see that Ray had been eating French fries off the ground, and had dumped an old, flat cup of Sprite on his head. “Oh Ray, why did you eat yucky fries and pour soda on your head?” “Cuz I could!” He exclaimed happily. I groaned and led him out to the car. Fortunately the rest of the trip was uneventful, unless you count my mom getting her finger caught in the doorknob at Jeff’s house, but thatHow can i add a metaphor to this?
when it says checking the days on the calender, say 'as if we were in elementary school again, awaiting the days until summer.'

when it says he acted lilke the coke machine was the most amazing thing, say, ' he was jumping up and down like a small child on a sugar rush.'

i think its really cool.

is it a school project, cause the only other thing i can think of for someone to write a memoire is if they are going to commit suicide, so if you're gonna commit suicide, dont.How can i add a metaphor to this?
You do know what a metaphor is, right?



Well, a major one I can see would be to compare the road trip with life. For example, everyday it's like you're on an endless road with your brother by your side. It can get boring, and you sometimes hate your brother for that. Then something happens and you realize how much your brother means to you.