We are so excited to get home. We just got off a cruise and all I want to do is be home and see the rest of my family. Mean while, everyone around me is greeting their families. We have to get to the airport by ourselves and everyone else has their other family with them. In the car I ask my dad “What time is our first flight?” “11:06am” he says “ okay we have enough time to go through security, find our gate, and be able to board.” I think to myself. Yes! We’re here, I walk into the airport and see lines and lines of people who I don’t know. As we walk into the security line I see my mom stumble as if she’s off balance, so I rush over to her to make sure she is okay. I ask “ what happened?” she says “ everything is fine, I just tripped a little.” …show more content…
So they gave my mom medicine for her to be able to get on the plane and go home. My dad booked more plane tickets for tomorrow and we went back to the hotel to get some rest until tomorrow.
This morning I'm excited but have butterflies in my stomach, worrying about what could happen again! Most importantly though ,we get to go home. My mom is still in a wheelchair, but she is still trying to fight through all the pounding in her head. When we get to the airport I walk in and it smells like really old cleaning products. My dad said
“If i only knew how big Miami’s airport was we would have never flown into Miami.” “ Ha tell me about it.” ashley replies.
When we got through security for the third time we walked down to the gate for the last time and sat down to rest for our three hour plane ride before us.
We’re on the plane ready to go home and the pilot comes on the intercom and says
“I'm sorry for the inconvenience but due to mechanical issues we have to cancel this
Walking into a building that was as tiny as a bug, my stomach started to feel uneasy. As I looked around at the security guards watching every move I made, I knew this would be the hardest goodbye. The uncomfortable chairs, silent tv, and unbearable smell of coffee were NOT helping either. As we approached my brother, he softly said to us, “I’ve been here since 5:30 and they said my flight won’t leave until 2:30, but I get TSA Precheck because I’m in the military.”
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able t o walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
I had never been inside an airport; the closest I had been was once about 5 years ago when I had accompanied my best friend at the time in picking up her grandmother. We checked in our bags and went downstairs where we had to pass through the TSA check. My stomach was fluttering leading up to the check. Not
Everyone on the plane start shuffling around, anxious to get off this stuffy tin can. “We are all going to meet at customs!” My teacher announced to the group. I looked to Kyani for the look of reassurance, knowing that neither of us knew what we were doing, and after the six-hour delay we suffered, trying to roam a foreign airport at 12am didn’t seem like the most exciting of endeavors. The flight attendants finally open the exit and the crowd shifted forward. We entered the jet bridge
in ,head to your left your plane will be leaving soon .I nodded and stood in line to board my plane I noticed how there was no security checks...I heard louder
We left our house at two in the morning because if we left at that time, we would be able to make it to Florida around eleven. I didn’t mind waking up that early, my sister on the other hand didn’t like the idea since she likes to sleep in. So she wasn’t in the best mood when we went to the airport. When we got to the airport, we met with my grandparents, uncle, and cousin. We got checked in and had wait until our flight.
Days past and nothing from dad and Jack not getting better. I get extremely tired and sick. After many hours, there is a knock on the door and I realize that dad came home. I jumped up in joy and hugged him. He looked a lot better. “Hello. I missed you guys so much!!” dad says.
At our arrival the planes door wouldn’t open and they said we might have to return to New York. I couldn’t believe this. I was ready to jump out a window. Finally we are let out of the plane and I had to wait like three hours for my grandfather to come pick me up.
“What are you doing? We need to get going I told you to pack your bags yesterday.”
It is 5:30 in the morning, and I still fill like I am dreaming. The officer asks for my Passport, I give it to him and look back. My mother with her face wet with tears says something, but the words do not reach me. I have to move on, but I know this is a moment of extreme importance in my life. Somebody by my side tells an anecdote; everybody is laughing, but I felt deep in my thoughts. My flight to New York is in less than 30 minutes.
We got to o’hare airport in Chicago so we can got to the excited trip to Hawaii. When I got on the plane I was scared and anxious cause I never been in a plane. When the plane started I started to panic and I also started to cry cause I was terrified. I started to feel better so I just ate food that my mom ordered for me. I was sitting separately with my sister and my stepdad, brother, and mom were sitting somewhere else. I tried to sleep it was very hard to sleep cause it was a tight space.
As I was climbing in I looked over and the pilot now holding the suitcases asked my mom, “is this all they will need for the trip?”
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."
There's No Place Like Home- Personal Narrative. Other than the sweltering heat of the summer in Oklahoma City, the only dilemma is tornadoes. I grew up in the middle of this “tornado alley” and eventually developed a sixth sense for detecting tornadic activity. Even in the 1980’s, tornadoes were known for their violent crime wave, vandalizing neighborhoods and kidnapping children and adults.