I
held on to my mother's hand and slowly walked to the desk
I was eight years old and I was going on a five hour plane
trip to Seattle with my little sister. The smiling
lady at the doors at the plane grinned at me. I hugged
my parents good-bye with trembling arms. The flight
attendant took my hand and led my sister and me into the
metal gateway. We were buckled into our seats and our
carry-ons were stowed away. Twenty minutes later, we
took off. I felt the familiar jolt as the plane left
the ground. I calmed my sister and we started drawing
with crayons. Two movies and five hours later, our
plane touched down. I was jumpy with excitement as I
almost broke free from the flight attendant to run and hug
my grandparents. We had done it!
