Personal Narrative: All By Myself

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All by Myself One of the most nerve-wrecking things I had to do alone, was going on an airplane. It wasn’t the first time I had gone on an airplane, but it had been a long time since I had been on one. I was 12 at the time and I was going to visit my auntie in Austin, Texas. The only way I could go visit her for summer vacation, was by going on a plane all by myself. I remember I was wearing a white shirt with neon pink flowers, my favorite shirt, when I was on my way to the airport. It was just my auntie, my mom, and I that were in the car. Once we got there, we all said our goodbyes and I started off on my airplane journey, all on my own. There I was, walking through the airport looking for my gate. I found it and sat on one of the chairs

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