First Flight
Thompson, Brandon
October 20, 2010
Narrative Essay
TIME FOR TAKE OFF
“Wow,” was all I could say from the backseat of my mother’s BMW, nervously clenching my seatbelt strap with my right hand. Riding in the backseat westbound on Hwy 285 headed for Atlanta Airport, I started to realize this is it. I am actually about to get on a plane for the first time to Hawaii. As excited as I was, I was not prepared for everything that was about to happen. Before the flight, the flight, and the aftermath of the flight left unforgettable memories for me.
Placing my bags on the scale as my mother checked me in, I watched the numbers rising. “That suitcase is overweight sir,” said the man behind the counter. “I suggest you remove some of the items and place them in another lighter suitcase,” he continued. As I did what he said, my mother continued to check me in. My suitcase’s weight evened out and I watched the man put it on the moving line to carry it to the plane area I assume. After I checked in, my family and I made our way towards the long lineup that lead to the metal detector. As I made my way closer to the metal detector, I placed my wallet and other items on the conveyor belt to go through the x-ray machine. Going through the metal detector wearing a sweat suit that had zippers on it, I heard a loud beeping noise. The security officer directed me towards a clear glass boxed-in area. They waved the metal detector wand all around me and concluded that my zippers were the problem.
I made my way through all the airport security procedures, and down to the terminal waiting area where my departure flight was scheduled. While awaiting the arrival of the plane I posed for a picture. Shortly after my picture, the plane arrived. I boarded the plane and made my way to my assigned seating area. I placed my bag in my assigned storage area above my seat. As I settled in my seat and buckled my seatbelt, my fear of heights dawned on me and my nervousness came
October 20, 2010
Narrative Essay
TIME FOR TAKE OFF
“Wow,” was all I could say from the backseat of my mother’s BMW, nervously clenching my seatbelt strap with my right hand. Riding in the backseat westbound on Hwy 285 headed for Atlanta Airport, I started to realize this is it. I am actually about to get on a plane for the first time to Hawaii. As excited as I was, I was not prepared for everything that was about to happen. Before the flight, the flight, and the aftermath of the flight left unforgettable memories for me.
Placing my bags on the scale as my mother checked me in, I watched the numbers rising. “That suitcase is overweight sir,” said the man behind the counter. “I suggest you remove some of the items and place them in another lighter suitcase,” he continued. As I did what he said, my mother continued to check me in. My suitcase’s weight evened out and I watched the man put it on the moving line to carry it to the plane area I assume. After I checked in, my family and I made our way towards the long lineup that lead to the metal detector. As I made my way closer to the metal detector, I placed my wallet and other items on the conveyor belt to go through the x-ray machine. Going through the metal detector wearing a sweat suit that had zippers on it, I heard a loud beeping noise. The security officer directed me towards a clear glass boxed-in area. They waved the metal detector wand all around me and concluded that my zippers were the problem.
I made my way through all the airport security procedures, and down to the terminal waiting area where my departure flight was scheduled. While awaiting the arrival of the plane I posed for a picture. Shortly after my picture, the plane arrived. I boarded the plane and made my way to my assigned seating area. I placed my bag in my assigned storage area above my seat. As I settled in my seat and buckled my seatbelt, my fear of heights dawned on me and my nervousness came