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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

situations that are dealt with by human nature. Power structure, the ranking of classes, rights, and racial, gender, or ethnic groups are all examples of political aspects of life. In “There’s Nothing You Can Do”, Wesley first talks about being on a plane during a thunderstorm. She expresses her panic by saying “Nothing, to quell that old fear of crashing. / Nothing about the first class seating / that’s no longer there;

is one I will never forget. I woke up knowing that I was going to be going on my first airplane ride to Iowa to visit family, but other than a little fear everything seemed normal. As I boarded the plane and said goodbye to my family I found my seat and waited for take off. As everyone boarded the plane, I wondered who would be sitting in the open seat next to me. The seat remained empty for quite a while. We were just about getting ready to take off before I heard a man with a deep voice yelling

Passengers dozed peacefully in the cramped, cold, and dark cabin, eye masks on. A sudden jolt, riveting the plane, spurred only a few grumbling snorts from the unconscious travelers. The engines droned while chatty flight attendants gossiped behind a curtain. Everyone seemed at ease, if not bored. Passengers stared blankly at the monitors in front of them and stewardesses sighed when summoned by blinking lights bearing their caricatured silhouettes. I imagined pilots, surrounded by panels of crude

“We need to be in Chicago around two in the morning”, he said to me before every trip. He liked to put on this big affirmative voice every time we he was trying to be ‘serious.’ He looked at me with his arms crossed and his jaw locked. Waiting. Waiting for a verbal confirmation to come from my mouth. “Yes.” I’d say in a monotone voice it became a second nature to say ‘yes’ each time we were traveling. One of his brows would scrunch up, and a smirk would lay upon his mouth, knowing I hated verbally

“Ugh! No!” that was my first reaction when my mom told me that I had to ride a plane alone. 13 hours! How am I supposed to endure that long time, by myself? Is she seriously expecting me to be fine after? I thought it was ridiculous and impossible. However, from the deep corner of my mind, something ensured me that I’m going to be fine. Rachel, you will be going to have a free time that no one will disturb it, that voice was even luring me! So, of course, I fell into that lure. Thanks to God, my

to the main floor. He jumped out of the elevator and sprinted to his car still sore from being at the ice rink the last four nights practicing and training. He wasn't happy that he couldn’t get anything to eat, but new there would be snacks on his plane. They sped out of the long driveway of the five story house in East Grand Rapids. They raced down the streets taking any chance they could get to go thru a

Durham the air is crisp outside. There is a slight morning breeze coming from the green towering mountains. It is a quarter after ten in the morning. The busy workers rushed through the metal automatic doors like water rushing through a dam. Huge planes took off the long moist concrete and soared up to the bright blue glistening sky. They sprung up and plummeted down. However, all was quiet. They followed each other 's paths like birds in a flock. The enormous transparent windows opened up the eyes

thing and bum the heart monitor starts beeping slower and slower… you know it was almost in a straight line… we were losing her!! She was dying. The doctors were trying to do everything they could but nothing was working! This lady from across the plane stands up and asks the doctors if she could talk to her… Like let me remind you the lady was dying and this woman wanted to speak to her… Everyone was looking at her like if she was crazy, including me… The doctors looked at her and said yes

Finally, were here, just getting off the plane me, Chris, and Jacob and a bunch of other kids and adults I did not know well some of them I did but I was too distracted by everything around me to care about who else was getting off. All I cared about was that we were there and the long trip was over. I got off the plane and started looking around me and I could see the water, the trees, and the heat was so bad. It felt like we were walking around and seeing the people there and it was so different