lifes adventures

It was vacation time, how fun, how exciting! It was just me and my daughters getting ready to see family in North Carolina, and it would be our first ever vacation that required flying. I made it my mission to get the girls pumped up for the trip, I always thought flying was fun and wanted them to share in the joy of it. Airports are a wondrous conglomeration of people, machines, and miraculous human creations. As I told my daughters about the plains and trams, conveyer belts, self serve kiosks, and x-ray machines, escalators and moving walkways, Jaylynn, who was five at the time, listened carefully her blue eyes widening with excitement, but my wild three-year-old, Angalee, was too young comprehend. We packed our bags with clothes, toothbrushes, and excitement, but our airport adventure would turn out to be more than we had bargained for.
Our flight was from Denver, Colorado to Raleigh, North Carolina with a two hour hold over in Dallas, Texas. The hold over was just long enough to enjoy the adventure of it a little, but not much, so when we landed I was pleased to hear that our connecting flight had been pushed out and we now had a four hours to take our time and explore a bit. Yet something was nagging at me, I felt deep down that this would just be the beginning.
It was slightly overcast and the weather seemed innocent enough, but even from within the gigantic man made structure you could feel the energy of the storm building. I had hope, maybe, just maybe our new flight take off on time.
Navigating trams, escalators, moving walkways, and masses of people, bags and wide eyed children in tow, I made my way to our next gate. The Dallas airport is huge, with 5 terminals and 175 gates, so getting there took a while, but e...

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... Yes I do, thank you. I'm sorry, it's just been a rough few days” I reply.
“I understand,” he said with a soft warm smile, “I just want to make sure your okay.”
Embarrassed by my recent actions I reply, “We are, thank you.” My emotional roller coaster was temporarily floating through empty space. Why was I so worked up? This was just another one of life's adventures, and was going to be whatever I make of it. It was my choice to either enjoy the adventure, or be miserable and stressed.
With my emotions wiped out, my mind cleared, and my temper cooled I had a good laugh at the ridiculous circumstance we found ourselves in, choosing enjoyment over misery. I then phoned my uncle, who lives in Dallas, for rescue. He picked us up and the vacation continued on. It was a disaster from start to finish, but with my new found attitude it was one of the best adventures yet.