My First Flight
I remember my
very first ride on an airplane. I was thirteen years old riding along with my
aunt Iris and we were going to Orange County, California to visit some family
for spring break. In the Columbus International Airlines building I was
literally shaking and extremely nervous to get on the airplane. My aunt and I
were sitting and waiting until our plane was ready to board us and it was so
nerve-wrecking. The only thing on my mind was hoping that the airplane wouldn’t
crash and the moment that our plane had pulled up my eyes were so shifty
checking to make sure that everything is
ok within the airplane, like I was a pilot.
Once we boarded on the plane it was a small plane and
the pilot stated that it was going to be a connecting flight from Columbus,
Ohio to Chicago, Illinois then from Chicago onto Orange County. While we were
waiting for take-off my nervousness went to another level of fear and I closed
my eyes while the plane began to drive into a higher speed and the wheels were
off the ground and so was the plane. As the plane was elevating into higher
altitudes of the air it kind of felt like a roller coaster and my ears were
popping and once we were lifted high enough to coast my fear of flight turned
into a deep fascination. I was smiling like a little kid and kept looking over
my aunts’ shoulder to see the skies from the window. The whole ride until we
landed was like a ride to and me I practically ran to the next connecting
flight we were supposed to get on to go to California. My first flight was the
best I have lost my fear of flight for the time being but the more that I am
not flying the more that fear tries to creep back up once in a while but I’m
sure when I get on another plane I’ll be just fine.
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