My First Time On A Plane

I wonder what he did. “Well, we’re here.” I say, stopping in front of the door. When I enter, my mom looks out of the window.

This is my first plane ride since my mom and I moved to the quiet and boring Covington, Louisiana. My mom forced me to go on this school trip to New York City. And I thought the school year couldn 't get any worse. On the 3 hour flight I had to sit next to Pizza Face Pete and Stinky Sally. But hey, at least I’m not sitting next to Mr. Swanson, I heard he went to prison for drug distribution before he became our assistant teacher. The flight attendant said we were starting our descent into JFK, right as I went in the bathroom to get away from Sally’s vile stench.

I remember the first time I went to Disney World; excited and eager like a child on the first day of school. I already had my suitcase packed two weeks before we even left, and that two weeks felt more like two years. The night before we left, I couldn’t sleep. It was like I had nonstop adrenaline rushing through my body. All I could think about were the rides, princesses, and that beautiful beach I’ve seen thousands of pictures of. Finally, after hours and hours of stirring around, I fell asleep.

“What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not

I remember the first time I flew in an airplane. My eight-year-old self looked out the window of the terminal I was taking off from, astounded by the large size of the vehicle. Worried, I thought to myself how could something that big fly with so many people? Yet, as the plane took off my worries became excitement. Not only was this my first flight, this was the event that marked the start of my new life, my takeoff from Vietnam to America.

She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was

First, I sat next to my mother on the couch and I was immediately met with “why are you sitting so close?” She said, “There a plenty of seats in the

The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.

It wasn't until days later, at the space station, that Trent thought about how he had never traveled anywhere without someone else traveling along. He sat in the terminal, looking at the other excited travelers with their hats and sunglasses and cameras. There were families and couples as well as groups of older retired people hoping to get a tan and relax their cares away. Everyone seemed excited; smiling, shining faces of those who looked hopeful and

My arm reaches for the closest sturdy object near and in quick fear I turn to face our speeding plane against a race of varied shades of blue and purple streaks attacking the glass window. The running sound of the giant jet engines maintaining power through the sparking thunderstorm would continually cause the entirety of the machine to shake, meanwhile a feeling of mid-crisis washes over me, at least 40,000 feet high in the air, my mind struggles to fight off anxiety and instead focus upon more fulfilling concepts that reassure safety such as remaining hopeful. Perhaps, considered a nightmare or rather a beautiful creation, this intense experience accompanied my journey to America. At age eight years, my family made one of the biggest decisions that would greatly impact the course of my life, and this complete twist of a life path would take me from the Middle East, across the Pacific Ocean to the landing in the city of angels, also known as Los Angeles, California.

“you. you.” he mumbled, pointing his finger at my mom, while i stood scared behind her and she stood tall. in that moment she reminded of a lion. she was ready to jump and attack; protecting her cubs with her life.

The roar of the jet engine was like thunder'as the ground slowly disappeared I noticed that i was actually gonna be in Disney World. The plane was really cold and damp because of the cold weather.It smelt k ind of musty with a hint of cheap hairspray.

“Brrrring” rang the alarm. When I woke up I had to take a shower. I woke up around 7:30am just before my grandma came to pick us up(my brother Chris, sister Megan, My mom, and I). We were going to Florida to go down to Disney. All of us are riding in two airplanes down to Disney, and this will be my first plane ride that I went on. My grandma picked us up at our house and the airport is an hour away from us. When we got to the airport it didn’t take long to get through the security to the wait room before we had to go on the airplane. We waited for about an hour for it to arrive and be al set to go.

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

My grandpa told me to be safe and his mustache tickled as he kissed my cheek. I hugged and kissed my grandma then walked to the line. A sign and security employee directed me to place my backpack on a x-ray conveyor then walk through the gate. On the other side was my escort who would take me to the plane. She brought me to the plane and I boarded before the other passengers. I relaxed until the first passengers arrived. I quietly listened to their conversations and waited for the passengers who would sit next to me in the center isle. The doors were shut and still my row was empty except for me.