Personal Narrative: Overcoming My Fear of Flying

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As a kid I was tough, I did anything and everything. But flying scared me. I was in Hawaii and flying was unavoidable if you wanted to go anywhere. My father lived in California so when I decided to visit him I also had to face my fear and fly over the ocean. My want to see my father had to be stronger than my fear or I may never have never had the chance to know him. It was after September 11th so flying was even more intimidating. But knowing my family was on the other end made it easier, so I took my first flight by myself to California. I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I the only thing I wanted was to meet my father and be with my own family. I went to my brother's grandmother, who I lived with at the time, and she told me that plans had already been made for me to fly over in the summer. I was excited to know I would be seeing my family soon but I was terrified to fly in the plane. My brother teased me and constantly reminded me that the whole flight was over the ocean. I was scared, I didn't want to do it alone. But I kept quiet and continued to countdown the days to my departure. It was the morning of my flight, the air was warm and the grass was dewy. I packed my things in the trunk and sat quietly the during the whole car ride. I was too nervous to talk, I could only think about the flight. I would be flying alone, there and back. I hesitated as we walked through the entrance but I thought of my father and continued inside. At the check-in counter they took my baggage and gave me a red and white striped pin. It was to identify me as a unaccompanied minor. B... ... middle of paper ... ...o the airport I cried because I didn't want to leave. But my family reassured me that I would be back soon. My dad walked me as far as he could go then we said our goodbyes. Flying back across, I didn't waste a second thinking about being in the air. My fear was no longer there. Now all I thought about was flying back again. In 3 months I was on another plane, moving to California to be with my family. I made the flight and received the ultimate reward: the love of my family. I could feel them around me and I would fly over oceans five times larger as long as I was flying home to my family. Had I not gotten on the plane I would have never known my father and I would never know the life I have now. Beating my fear gave me this life. Now I fly without a single nervous twitch. I couldn't let fear dictate my life, I over came it and was rewarded with love and happiness.

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