My First Stepped On The World

Growing up I’ve had plenty of experiences that showed me how the world is and who I really am . Two years ago when I was 12 I lost someone who was very special to

The plane took off and were in the air leaving the place I had only ever known. I remember when my parents told me and my two brothers that we would be moving to the United states. At the time I didn’t know where we would end up or how we were even getting there. All I knew was I would be in a totally different landscape with a lot of ethnically different people whom I have never met or seen before.

I remember my first day in America like it just happened yesterday! I moved to America from India when I was just 12 year old. When I started my journey to America, I was getting mixed feelings, one side I was excited to go to America I saw in movies and wanted to be a part of great American culture but on the other side I was feeling sad about leaving behind my friends and place I was born and spent my childhood. But when Pilot announced that we are about to reach to Houston in 30 minutes I got anxious and opened my seat window. When I looked Houston through plane window, cars on freeway looked like ants’ running in one line and that was really

One of the reasons why I am pursuing a law degree is to fight against the perpetuated injustices in my community back home in Kenya, and those that occur globally. I believe that Berkeley Law is the best school to train me on how to tackle social injustice and public interest advocacy, especially due to its great public interest and international law reputation, which allows students to receive an experimental learning experience by getting involved in Berkeley Law’s sponsored clinics. If accepted, I would love to get involved in the International Human rights Law clinic, Policy Advocacy clinic, and the East Bay Community clinic.

After all of that we we’re getting on the plane. We found our sets and sat in them and buckled up we were ready for our flight. Were on a plane I was really excited about the trip, when we took off it was going down the runway faster and faster then all of a the sudden the plane was going up off the ground then we were in the sky floating forward. Then the plane was going fast whenever I looked out the window everything on land and not in the air looked tiny it was an amazing site from up above. It felt like we were flying with the birds.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

When the plane finally landed in New York, I remember everyone cheering and clapping. We had made it to America. I looked through the window and saw a place completely different than what I had ever known. I immediately started to feel the chilly weather of New York. I had never experienced cold temperature, but I came prepared with a light jacket and sweater for my daughter and me.

At a mere age of ten, seeing trees and mountains pass by through the window of a speeding car. Sitting in the back of the van with the radio blaring and yelling of four other kids. A mix of emotions, happy, sad, excited. We were moving to North Carolina. That was six short years ago. It wasn’t until I turned 15 that I realized, my life is flying by. I had just been in the fifth grade in a very small school. I was excited to explore what else this big world had to offer. I had known I loved the mountains. I was very excited to meet new people and live in a different climate. Over all I loved the idea.

Skipping the last week of school to fly in a plane for the first time across the ocean to another country was a thrill. Frankfurt, Germany was my first plane stop. From there I would board another plane that would take me to Budapest, Hungary, then finally to my last destination, Romania. This was the first time my siblings and I flew on an airplane and it was fascinating because every seat had a mini T.V. behind them and the food was delivered right to our seats. This was a different but exciting experience because we could watch movies whenever we wanted, we got to order whatever food we desired, we didn’t have to sit next to our parents, and sitting next to old people came with a major perk. My siblings and I always got seats next to

On September 25, 1978, I was a 16-year-old inspiring young pilot going to high school within 10 miles of San Diego’s Lindbergh International Airport. It was about

Looking down and seeing a view that only some people will ever bear witness to evokes emotions that are near impossible to describe. On a clear day, when the sky is warm and welcoming, flight is at its greatest. I especially love how, in a small airplane, you feel everything; every bit of turbulence, the wind, and the sensation of floating. During my hour of flight, there were moments when I forgot I was sitting in a plane and felt free and weightless. Ever since I was a child, I've dreamed of flying; and only recently have I learned how possible that is.

I was only five and on my way to california. Every breath I took a puff of fog blurred the window.I tucked my hands in my pink hoodie and looked down my legs dangled,I couldn’t reach the floor with my feet.

A rough takeoff with crosswinds blowing us side to side and lightening bolts striking down right next to us. Turbulence that would throw you out of your seat if your seat belt was not fastened. This was my first non accompanied flight after my mom started working for PSA. Day trips like this have influenced my development greatly, the day trips to Myrtle Beach or Jacksonville for a round of golf. Or the weekend vacation to New Orleans and Destin, and Daytona Beach are all stories within themselves that sparked influential events that have all affected my development.

When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to

Every journey begins with one small step. I took that step, esoterically, at the age of five, after the life altering experiences of past life flashbacks and the realization that the earthly plane was a launching pad to higher planes. I never felt the need to articulate my newfound awareness of a reality so profoundly different from that of the norm, that I acknowledged it secretly as a divine gift, I would one-day share with others.