My First Time on a Plane - Personal Narrative

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My First Time on a Plane - Personal Narrative

When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad, to America. I can remember waking up at Five o'clock in the morning to catch an early flight from Heathrow airport. I was so excited I forgot about the daunting effort of getting up so early. My Mum, Dad, Brother, grandparents and I set off on the long journey to the airport, then Orlando Florida. I remember the white taxi van used to transport us to the airport with its incredibly tiny seats, which made getting any sleep impossible. Sitting next to my brother, who was in a very irritable and annoying mood, made this slightly harder.

There had been a major accident on the
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It felt a great achievement to actually step off the plane on to American soil. We then had to follow some kind of rep. There was a huge sign stating 'United States Of America Customs' with a huge man sitting behind a bit of glass and not really looking at your passport just kind of waiting for his shift to finish.

It was now time for the most boring part of going on holiday, the luggage belt. We stood there for fifteen minutes and eventually I was relieved to see a bag emerge through the rubber flap, but then having to wait another ten minutes to see the next one. I can remember how intrigued I was about what was on the other side of the curtain. I poked my head through only to be disappointed by a big man on a walky-talky. We then hired a huge white six-seated car that could actually fit eight people with comfort. The first memory outside of the airport was driving up a ramp and then having to stop at traffic lights and then watching these huge cars pass in front of us. We followed instructions to our bungalow apartment but having to stop and ask for directions. My dad was useless at following instructions although he was not helped by my granddad reading out the instructions. But we did get there in the end. We all ran into the house (except my Grandparents who walked in) to check out where we would
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