Hi! My name’s Iris. I live at 2921 Abner Road, Menasha, Wisconsin 54952, with my mom and my dad and my teenage sister, Samantha, and my puppy, Lucy. I am seven years old and was born on October 23, 2011. I like to read, I like to swim, and I LOVE to play with animals, so I was pretty excited when my parents told me to pack my bags last June because we were going to Africa for a four-day safari! I immediately ran upstairs to my bedroom to start packing, even though we didn’t have to leave for another week. I packed my animal lover sweatshirt, which I won from a raffle, my panda stuffed animal, and my elephant water bottle that I got from the zoo. By that night, I was all packed, with just one problem: NOW, I HAD TO WAIT A WEEK UNTIL THE FLIGHT! …show more content…
My parents tried to play cards with me, I took Lucy out for a walk every hour, even Samantha wanted to try and help me get over my excitement, but nothing could. Finally, the day I was waiting for came. The night before, my parents told me to wake them up at eight o’clock, if they weren’t up already. I, however, woke up at five thirty and woke them up as well. “Iris, go back to bed,” my mother groaned as she tried to sleep. “But, I can’t!” I cried, collapsing over my father as he snored. “I’m just too excited!” “Well, how about you lay with us in our bed,” Mom suggested. I crawled in between the two of them and laid down, but I just couldn’t sleep. Hours went by, and finally, it was time for them to wake up. “MOM! DAD!” I yelled. “It’s time to wake up!” They slowly got out of bed, gaited out to the kitchen, and got us breakfast. We had buttermilk pancakes with chocolate chips. At ten o’clock, after saying goodbye to Lucy, we got in the car and left for the airport for our flight at one-thirty. After we got there, we had to go through security. I took off my sandals and walked through the …show more content…
I had chicken fries with ketchup, while Mom, Dad, and Samantha had burgers. After that, it was only an hour until our flight, so we went to our gate. For forty-five minutes, I watched an episode of The Planet’s Funniest Animals on my IPad. Then, it was finally time to get on the plane! After my dad showed our boarding passes to the woman at the desk, we boarded the flight. A couple minutes later, a woman’s voice appeared and she said:
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us on our layover flight to Dakar, Sénegal. Please watch the flight attendants show you how to put your life vest on.” The flight attendants started down the aisle and showed us how to put them on.
Minutes later, the voice came back and said, “Please buckle your seatbelts and enjoy your eighteen-hour flight.” I plugged in my headphones and started watching some cartoons.
Two hours later, the pilot came on and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land in Washington D.C. I hope you’ve enjoyed your flight with us today.” Everyone began to get off the plane. “Why are we getting off, Daddy?” I asked, worriedly. “We aren’t in Africa
I was surprised, embarrassed and dismayed all at once. Her flight made me feel like an accomplice in tyranny. It also made it clear that I was indistinguishable from the muggers who occasionally seeped into the area from the surrounding ghetto. (Staples 240 - 241)
I was smiling and laughing while many on the plane were vomiting. This was the most fun I’d had on a flight, but not everyone seemed to share my excitement. They had good reason for anxiety; we had endured a turbulent, and were now circling Columbus unable to land. This started my experience at Winter Guard International World Championships in my junior year.
I was carrying my whole life with me, as I walked towards the aircraft. I was carrying two suitcases, filled mainly with clothes and books. I know they were less than 20 kilograms because that was the permissible weight. I could not feel their weight as they were on the trolley. I had a backpack on my shoulders. It contained some eatables, some clothes, a novel, some magazines, a portable CD player, some CDS, a deck of cards, and an inflatable pillow. I was well prepared for my long flight. In my hand I carried as brown leather case containing my passport, visa, and all other personal documents and papers. If I were to lose that case, technically I would cease to exist. Other than that, I had a tennis racket slung over my left shoulder. In short, I was carrying almost all my belongings with me. But that was not all I was taking with me. I was carrying with me memories of 18 years. Things and incidents, long forgotten, resurfaced in my mind, with incredible detail. Every face around me reminded me of uncountable incidents. I was carrying with me a sense of tremendous loss. But, at the same time, I was also carrying with me hope and excitement. A new world called me, and I was looking forward to go there. To protect me in this new place, I had a holy red thread tied on my wrist. That was the explanation my Mom had given me when she was tying it. Though I did not necessarily agree with her, looking at the thread did bring a warm feeling in my heart. It symbolized the love and blessings of my parents which I carried with me, wherever I went.
It was May 25, 2013 when I, accompanied by my friends, went on a journey that would change my life. We departed ourselves, very early in the morning, from Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, not knowing what lied before us on this mysterious trip. The airport was filled with many international people and everyone was in a hurry to reach their desired destination. It was hectic, but we gradually made our way through the very thor...
To a seven year old me, the looming grey monolith before me wasn’t intimidating, it was downright nightmarish. Maybe I had traumatized myself by watching “Why Airplanes Crash” the night before, or maybe I was scared of leaving everything I knew behind, but the site of the glass encased, dull concrete Airport made me want to turn around and run. And thinking back to that day in 2009, I probably could have. My Aunt and Grandma had stayed up the whole night packing and cleaning and reassuring me and my Sister that yes, Florida was fun, and no, the Airplane wasn’t going to crash and burn and consequently turn into a steaming pile of ash and dismembered corpses. They were both exhausted, and if me or my sister tried to turn back and ran around the parking lot, they would’ve surrendered and let us be. Regardless of what
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“Finally, we’re here! Africa, here we come!” Sara shouts with joy. That 15-hour flight is over, but luckily I got the window seat.
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The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I'd be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I'd be fine and I'd soon be having the time of my life. "I'll soon be in the air."
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