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Personal Narrative Essay : Toronto Airport IsnT My Favorite Place

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Toronto airport isn’t my favourite place. Especially on christmas day of all days. Most people are spending it with their families or going away with their families, but not me. I am currently waiting by myself in this huge airport that is filled with way too many people. I was headed to England by myself at 16. Keep in mind, I technically wasn’t going to be in England alone, I was just flying alone. My best friend and her family live there. You are probably thinking why on earth are you best friends with someone in England if you live in Canada. Ah, well let me tell you. It’s not a long story, I promise. Beth, that's my best friend. If you didn’t put two and two together there. She moved to Canada from England when she was about 7 and then in grade 10 her and her family moved back to England. See I told you the story wasn’t long. I’m just trying to pass time in this airport. My flights at 10pm, ya crazy I know. The thing I didn’t think about before I traveled was the effect the time zone change would have on me. We arrived at the airport and I felt like a sheep being lead through a maze. We tried to quickly find our luggage, clear the passport control point, and hail a taxi, while working on only a few hours of sleep. I understood why my parents wanted an English-speaking country to be my first overseas experience because I couldn’t imagine dealing with speaking another language while we were working on only a few hours of sleep. It caused a haze in my head that made

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