The Day My Dad Passed Away

I finally walked through security safely, and caught up with everyone else. It was ultimately time to board and we gathered in a single file line to give our boarding passes to the flight attendants. Stepping onto the plane itself was the world’s best feeling. I could feel my body get tense and my face lit up. We took our seats and with my luck I was stuck with the middle. Due to the circumstances, I dealt with it. Being that it was a 10 hour flight, I needed ways to keep myself occupied. Therefore, I reclined my seat and fell into a gently sleep.

I hate planes, I always have. Ever since I was little I had a fear of ever doing an one of those unsafe pieces of metal flying through the sky. I made a promise to myself that I would never go on a plane, and I never thought that I would ever break that promise. I never like just giving up on something, like a promise. But, I really should have kept that promise. Because, if I did keep the promise to myself, I wouldn’t hear the screaming. I wouldn’t see all the crying. I wouldn’t have been in my worst nightmare--I wouldn’t have been in a plane crash.

At first, the flight was normal and nothing out of the ordinary. Regularly, I would stare through the window as I saw the amazing views. The scariest thing about being on a plane was when you would look down and see how far up you are.

Lost my way in the Seattle airport was the first reason that made me felt uneasy. I had to get my luggage in order to take my flight to Salt Lake City. I was confused that time because I could not find the place for the luggage check-in to Salt Lake City; moving my head left to right to see if there was someone I could ask for help or there were anybody like me that did not know where to go, but people just passed by me quickly, and left myself standing there restlessly. After finally finished with the luggage, the next obstacle occurred: where is the boarding gate? I realized the limited time for boarding the next flight. So the departure terminal was now an athletic track for me because I started to run to. Luckily, I could take a deep breath to relax after running through the ‘athletic track’ and found the boarding gate.

The airport was huge, it was filled with people going different places so it was hard for us to walk fast or anything. We luckily got to our flight on time and sat and waited to board our next flight. It was time to board, our last flight to be in a whole different face of the world. Getting on this flight was very relaxing knowing we are getting closer and closer to our destination, we got seated with smiled on our faces. I was still pretty exhausted so I leaned the chair back and out I went again. Waking up we were on the downhill slide of the plane ride, the plane was decreasing evaluation getting closer to the ground which lead us to land. Landing was smooth, which made it a lot

For some unknown reason I do not recall any memories past my elementary school years. So who knows when I learned how to read and write? It’s funny to say that this is the whole point to this essay. Thinking about it I could always lie about it and just embellish the truth. But then again why should I lie about how my supposed mother first taught me the ABC’s with some flash cards or how she would read to me at night. When none of this true. I simply don’t remember, but if I did it would probably be the most boring thing ever. My story doesn’t began until the 7th grade. Who would have known that it was by a librarian that my passion for reading began when she showed how us book trailers. They were these mini clips that would form these books to seem like movies. It was a trailer on

On January 4, 2010 my family and I needed to go to the Louis Armstrong airport to fly to Miami so we could pick up my grandmother from the airport. This was her first time to the U.S. since she lived in Cuba all of her life. I hated plane flights because of all the plane disaster movies I watched a few years back and it would be the first time i would ride a plane . Whenever I got on a plane, I would always freak out because I was always worried of a plane crash.

Of course, I had to go through immigration, pick up my bag, and once again pass through security. Once I was in the gates, I started finding my gate, and by this time I had only 3 hours left to leave. I was desperately hungry, like if I hadn’t eaten for a long time. This was the first thing I did, eat. I waited there until it was time to board again. Like one hour before boarding, I started walking to my gate. People were all rushing, and desperately trying to go everywhere, so it took me awhile to get there. By 8:00pm, I already was inside the plane. About one-hour flight, I was so tired but refused to sleep. I watched all the people around me, and in that moment I felt so lonely in the plane because I didn’t know anybody at all. Once I got there I took a taxi, and went to my apartment where I had everything already set up since summer. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until next

I went to America with my Mom, my sister, and my Grandma. I had to go to the airport to take a plane.

The moment I was informed about this oral history report, only one person came to my mind when deciding who to compose this project about. This person was my grandfather. He was an inspiration in my life. This project has given me the opportunity to reflect back onto my grandfather’s stories and historical accomplishments for on March 19, 2012 was the day my grandfather Richard “Joel” Pettingell left this earth. There was no such thing as a dull moment in my grandfather’s life. The time I got to spend with my grandfather filled my head with only a faction of the life he lived. To help elaborate on the high lights of my grandfather’s historical moments, I interviewed my uncle James Pettingell. During the interview we chronologically

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The day I graduated high school was the day I thought about how I would barely see my dog, Dulce, anymore (I graduated in Nicaragua). Throughout my whole life I’ve been accustomed to having dogs in the house, taking them out on walks, teaching them how to do tricks, having them sleep by my feet on my bed. Leaving Dulce was going to be tough for me because she brought a lot of happiness into my life; she was the sweetest dog I’ve ever met. Her name literally means sweet, so it fit very well with her. As I prepared to leave to Canada for my post secondary education, I messaged my sister and asked her what she thought about getting a dog; she loved the idea.

“Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeep!” my alarm clock was piercing my eardrums. I got up slowly, my alarm clock still going off. It seemed as if the loudness was just getting louder and louder. Finally, I stumbled out of bed, turning my alarm off. After I got dressed, I went downstairs to pack my mother’s amazing cookies for school. Her secret is adding the right measure of mixing because mixing develops gluten in the sugar, making the cookies a chewy consistency, adding the right measure of shape because round dough balls take longer to bake, resulting in softer, thicker cookies, besides adding the correct amount of spacing because cookies baked at low temperatures spread more during baking and need approximately 2 inches between them. It also depends on the temperature, and the quantity of time you bake them for because a low temperature and longer baking time yield crisper, thinner cookies; a higher heat and shorter baking time makes softer, thicker cookies. My mom taught me these rules of cooking when I was around five. What can I say, I guess I just have a way of cooking.

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

Two summers ago, I visited New York. Most of what I knew came from television shows and listening to the stories my friends told me about New York. Television shows like, “Sex in the City” and “New York Under Cover” showed me both sides of New York. “Sex in the City” show the glamorous nightlife. On the other hand, “New York Under Cover” exposed the violence and the crime. Despite the stories my friends told me, I wanted to experience New York for myself. To my surprise, New York is full of friendly people, beautiful architecture, and delicious food.