I Believe I Can Fly
Tom Dilley
Alyse Cleaver
EN 102-5191
15 July 2013
Writing Project 1: Final Draft
I Believe I Can Fly I remember my first time flying on an airplane. My father, brother and I all flew down from Fairbanks, Alaska to Phoenix, Arizona on the Christmas of 1990 to see the Grand Canyon. This was our little vacation while my mom was in Hawaii. It was my first time flying and I was so scared during takeoff that I did not even make a sound. My brother gave me the window seat since it was my first time and he had flown before. My face was glued to the window for the entire four and a half hour flight. I had never seen a view from such a height. At the age of five this experience was absolutely mind blowing for me. I was so excited once we landed at the airport that I remember running up to the nearest ashtray and yelling to my dad “Look dad, they have dirt here!” I am sure that was a little embarrassing for him but it did not faze me at all. I was from Alaska and had not seen dirt in months. I was so excited by everything around me; the amount of people, the sheer size of the airport, and even how big the bathrooms were. I remember waiting for our luggage to come out and my dad having to yell at me because all I wanted to do was ride around on the carriage that brought the luggage to us from behind the rubber flaps. I was hooked from that moment. As I got older I took every opportunity I had to go to an airport, I was on it. I am probably one of the few people who purposely look for a plane trip that has a layover. Whenever I am planning a trip I try to go to different airports and have a layover so I can explore the different layouts and designs of each airport. I enjoy finding the best window to view the planes taxiing, taking off, and landing. Just the sheer size of some airports is astounding; especially certain ones that are a hub for Fed Ex or UPS, as well as a commercial airport with passengers, and private charters for the rich and famous. So much thought
Alyse Cleaver
EN 102-5191
15 July 2013
Writing Project 1: Final Draft
I Believe I Can Fly I remember my first time flying on an airplane. My father, brother and I all flew down from Fairbanks, Alaska to Phoenix, Arizona on the Christmas of 1990 to see the Grand Canyon. This was our little vacation while my mom was in Hawaii. It was my first time flying and I was so scared during takeoff that I did not even make a sound. My brother gave me the window seat since it was my first time and he had flown before. My face was glued to the window for the entire four and a half hour flight. I had never seen a view from such a height. At the age of five this experience was absolutely mind blowing for me. I was so excited once we landed at the airport that I remember running up to the nearest ashtray and yelling to my dad “Look dad, they have dirt here!” I am sure that was a little embarrassing for him but it did not faze me at all. I was from Alaska and had not seen dirt in months. I was so excited by everything around me; the amount of people, the sheer size of the airport, and even how big the bathrooms were. I remember waiting for our luggage to come out and my dad having to yell at me because all I wanted to do was ride around on the carriage that brought the luggage to us from behind the rubber flaps. I was hooked from that moment. As I got older I took every opportunity I had to go to an airport, I was on it. I am probably one of the few people who purposely look for a plane trip that has a layover. Whenever I am planning a trip I try to go to different airports and have a layover so I can explore the different layouts and designs of each airport. I enjoy finding the best window to view the planes taxiing, taking off, and landing. Just the sheer size of some airports is astounding; especially certain ones that are a hub for Fed Ex or UPS, as well as a commercial airport with passengers, and private charters for the rich and famous. So much thought