It was summer and I was in my room playing games and then my parents came home and yelled “kids come down stairs we have exciting news for you.” My siblings and I came down stairs and heard the news that we're going on a vacation to Florida. I was excited at first because I had never been to Florida,but when I heard that we're going by plane I started to get a little nervous because I'm afraid of heights, and I had never been on an airplane. Later that day we started to pack our luggage and put into the car for tomorrow. That night it was hard for me to get any sleep because I kept tossing and turning thinking about tomorrow, and being afraid getting on a plane for the first time and flying. We got up that morning around 6:00 a.m and made our way to Shannon Airport for our flight. The drive to the airport was a quite long, and I was bored and there was nothing to do. As we were still heading to the airport all I could think about was that I was seriously about to go on a plane for the first time. I was excited because I'll finally be able to be on a plane, but I wasn't mentally prepared for what was about to happen.
When we got to Shannon Airport we started unloading our luggage and walked inside. As we were inside I started looking around and was mesmerized by how big the airport was. We went to the counters to get our tickets and then headed to get our bags checked. When we went to the bag checkpoint we had to place our bags on the scale and once that was done my family and I made our way to the medal detector station. We waited in line behind a long line of people and as I got closer to the detector I had to take out belongings and place them on the conveyor belt for security reasons. After all the security procedures were ove...
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On the Final day we headed back to the airport and proceeded to board another plane. As I boarded the plane for a second time I wasn't scared anymore since I got over my fear of flying and not being scared of heights. I took my seat and the engines began to roar again, and a couple of minutes later we were in the air again heading back home. That entire experience completely changed my perspective of life and also my life because all along, I was nervous because of this being my first flight. This was partly because of never been on a plane before and not knowing what would happen. Also because of being afraid of heights, I had been scared of flying. However, once I accomplished those two roadblocks those fears went away, and I had a fun time. I got to accomplish something I never done before and make memories which will stay with me forever.
When I was about 10 years old, my mom took me to a roller coaster theme park in Massachusetts. I was terribly afraid of the huge roller coaster that appeared in front of me, and while I waited in line, the anxiety of waiting to die in a roller coaster made my heart beat through my chest. The huge coaster went up and down and up and down, and even though my mom continuously asked me if I was sure that I wanted to go, I repeatedly said yes. I wanted to make it clear that I was a man, not a crying baby. Stepping onto that roller coaster was what I remember the most.
When I entered the airplane I was as excited as a 6-year-old could be about losing the people she loved the most. The greatest aspect of my fear was the idea of losing my mother. As a child, I always
Have you ever wondered sitting on a chair at the height of 45,000 feet is safest way to travel? Yes, travelling through airplane is seven times safer than travelling through car and even walking on roads. But, though it is safest way, but it doesn’t mean that it is most comfortable and friendly way.
The next morning we had to pack up our stuff because it was time for us to go. When we put our stuff in the car and got in. My four-year-old little brother started to cry because he loved the slides on Leopard Cove. We had to make him be quiet so my mom gave him a bag chips which worked. My mom also got souvenirs including an elephant bobble head and a Kalahari bell. I had to get ready for another gruesome trip back home. So instead of staying awake and watch all the sites that we were passing I just slept the rest of the ride. At least now I had even more memories to talk about and I learned something new which was that not all things are as scary as they seem to
It was a very cold morning on November 7th, 2000; my family and I walked into the big busy building not knowing what to expect, it was my first time ever being in an airport. It was also the first time for all of us to fly on an airplane. I was a curious six year old and the youngest of all my siblings. I would ask a lot of questions to my mom like “When will I go to school? What language do they speak in America? Will we have a big house in America?” We were all very nervous but, excited not knowing what to expect when we arrive in America. My parents took a big chance
One Sunday morning, early, I’d say around 5:00am or so I was laying in my bed sound asleep in my nice, cold, dark room all snuggled up in my blankets and about 8 pillows surrounding me. I was woken up by my mom and with a voice so soft but with a hint of excitement she says, “Sarah time to wake up, we have to be at the airport in an hour”. I moaned and groaned because I stayed awake most of the night just so excited about what the day had in store for me replaying situations in my head over and over again! Soon enough me and my mom are in her car driving to Kansas City to get on a plane to West Palm Beach, Florida. Our car is packed to the celling of all our bags filled with clothes, shoes, blankets, some kitchen ware, bathroom stuff and other essentials and that’s when it hit me, wow I’m leaving Kansas City. Or more like I’m leaving all my friends, family, my dog, and the house I grew up in for most my life. I took my last looks of Missouri and with every emotion running threw me I didn’t know if I was exited or scared or both to be moving to a different state!
As a three year old, innocent and clueless, I was on a plane travelling half way across the world to Canada. All I knew, at the time, was that I was leaving Argentina, the country where I was born, lived in for 3 years, and where all of my relatives live, to a country with a different language, a different culture, and different people. My father had already been living in Canada for three months and now, my mother along with my sister and I were making the long 18 hour trek to Canada. At the gate, we said "see you again" to our relatives thinking that we would be back living in Argentina in 3-4 years.
I woke up at 8am, looked out my window and saw two large moving trucks. I sat up and looked around my room but could barely recognize it because it was filled with boxes. I was so sad and just wanted to crawl under my covers and stay there forever, but I put a fake smile on and helped my parents out. Many people had stopped by to say their goodbyes, it was very depressing and there was a lot of tears shed. The next day arrived before I knew it, our car was packed and we started the twenty hour drive to Nebraska. This was the longest and most depressing car ride of my life. My brother and I were miserable and my parents knew it wasn 't worth it to try to cheer us up. My pillow was soaked from tears and I had no idea what my future held. When we finally arrived in Nebraska I was extremely surprised, I didn 't see any corn; there was actually civilization. Twenty minutes after we arrived in Nebraska we pulled into the driveway of my newhouse and surprisingly I felt overjoyed to be at my new home. I then realised that maybe Nebraska wasn 't going to be so bad after
It was the day of graduation and i was very nervous, i suffer from anxiety so it took a while for me to catch my breathe and calm down. My breathing picked up a loud speed and my heart started racing. I remembered my mother used to tell me that when I feel like that , just think about how blessed I am. When i calmed down I arrived to my graduation. The crowd was so packed, it was no available seats for anyone to sit down. I started to panic again, then i stopped and remembered that it was my day.
First, I had to take a flight from Phoenix to Los Angeles. Then when we arrived in Los Angeles we had to go through the security process to another country. I waited to a line that lasted for almost an hour, they checked my bags, asked for my passport, and patted me down. Soon I boarded my flight to London, England. As I walked onto the plane I realized this was the biggest planes I have ever seen. The plane was two stories and had multiple sections. I saw first class and wished I could have the luxury of sitting up in those giant spacious chairs. Sat down in my coach seat and dreaded this twelve hour flight of no leg room. I looked around to see all other girls from the west coast that also won All American. Once again anxiety flooded my body, I knew absolutely no one
When I was eight years old my mom and my dad separated. so I didn’t get to see him for a couple of years, so I found out that he was in Mexico because he got deported from the USA. So my mom was talking about going to visit him for a couple of days. So my grandpa and my grandma were sad because we were going to Mexico for the first time and they were concern about us going outside the USA for the first time with my sister’s. and we decide to go the next day. So we said by to all my family and friends the same night. So it was the next morning and we got in the car and derived from Flagstaff to the Phoenix airport and the flight was at 10 am so we were late to the gate but we got on. And couple of hours later we get into manzanillo Colima. And my dad was wading for us at the airport so I was really happy to see my dad so we went to the house to setter in and my mom lost the plane ticket so now we can’t go back to the USA and now were stuck Mexico and my family didn’t have money to send to buy more tickets to go back home. So a couple of month later we start school and it was ghetto school I have ever been to and I was scared for my life.
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.
I was ten when my world was turned upside down, a routine summer trip out to Colorado turned into my worst nightmare. It was the morning we were supposed to leave to head back to Kansas and everyone’s bags were in the car but mine. My grandma and my mother were both crying and I was confused as to what was going on. It became quite clear that I was staying and my grandma was going back, I was completely heart broken and angry. My mother tried to soften the blow th...
I can still remember how excited I was before take off, I mean it felt like forever while we sat in the plane waiting to take off. Just all the anticipation that was inside of me had just made the wait even longer for me. Finally, I heard the pilot say 'prepare for take off'. When I heard those words I was so overjoyed I could hardly contain myself. That rush I got once the plane took off was an experience like no other. The plane ride was about hours long and I enjoyed every minute of it. Little did I know, that was less than half of the fun I was going to have at Orlando.
That dreaded feeling just kept getting worse and worse. Only assuming that maybe I was coming down with the flu. But deep down I knew something was wrong. So walking faster and faster to almost a full sprint I got home to only learn that Mom was taken to the hospital. Thinking why take her for a simple cold. Only to receive the soul crushing news that it was not a simple cold, but a heart attacking virus that had wreaked havoc on sixty percent of her heart not working leaving only forty percents working. The medical diagnosis is called Congestive Heart Failure and improperly working lungs. The hospital was going to keep her overnight. It was on the following day we could go see our possibly dying mother. I had no experience dealing with the clashing and over consuming feelings that were happening. The sinking tar pit of dread, hot flames of hell burning inside thinking that this is not happening to my mother. The weeping feeling of sadness that left me shivering inside. I could not let the feelings take over because I had to be strong for my younger siblings at the time were only sixteen, eleven and nine. So they did not have to be scared to let them know that Mom will be okay. Lying to them so they will be not be heartbroken until it was time to be that way. Seeing their faces streaked with tears and pained expressions, knowing that our mom was sick and may not come home. To see the house that was