About two hours later, the Skeleton Clique (people of the Twenty One Pilots unofficial fanbase) dispersed as the concert came to a close, awestruck by what we had all witnessed. Between all the jumping and belting lyrics, I was completely exhausted, though still jittery from the adrenaline. I was left with the feeling of craving for more live performances by Twenty One Pilots, and hoped that I could go to more concerts in the future. After this summer experience, I have realized that music is something that every person should treasure, no matter their personality. Music is significant in many parts of one’s life, from birth to death.
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it. It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Phoenix, Arizona. We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane.
I full of excitement (Absolute), got to packing as soon as I found out. We got there by driving I believe my parents realized their mistake at about hour two because of hearing "are we almost there" every couple of minutes. We left at night so that we could sleep most of the ride, but I couldn’t, I was so excited. When we finally got there, it was amazing and all I had seen was the hotel room. We stayed in the resort so that things were more continent.
Feng Ru spent long hours just to pursue his dream. Hearing of the Wright brother’s success, inspired Feng to become the first Chinese aviator. Feng never gave up , even when the San Francisco earthquake and fire forced him to relocate to a much smaller workshop. Or when his plane crashed. Feng never gave up he just started all over again even if it took all day.
Expedition America The bubbling, splashing, and crashing of the waves against the hull of the ship, the excitement of a new chapter of life, Arthur and Meredith were about to embark on the most unbelievable journey in their lives. “It’s so hard to believe that this day has finally come, it’s as if we have anticipated the moment to finally voyage overseas for as long as we can remember. I recall talking about our dreams of an expedition to America before we even got married, ” remarked Meredith to Arthur. Living in Italy for their whole life, Arthur and Meredith had become accustomed to the European lifestyle, but they were ready for a change. The Colonel 216 was a ship going on a one way voyage to the newly discovered America bringing
They bought a place from a couple who attempted the voyage but was unsuccessful and they renamed the plane to “Trail of the Caribou”. The two men used the sandy beach as their runway because of its long, straight and hard-packed sand, perfect for take-offs and landings. Now the couple before them was a British air ace by the name of Captain James Mollison and his wife, Amy Johnson with their plane, the Seafarer II. The couple wanted to beat the world’s long distance flying record that was set by two French pilots. Unfortunately the day they attempted the flight, the heavy crosswinds let the plane in the air but always had to touch back down.
Charles A. Lindbergh paved the success of planes with his 33 hour and 39 minute trek across the atlantic ocean. He was the first person to do such a daring feat and it paid off. It gave the impression that flying was safe. Without this added security I'm sure we’d miss out on all the great things planes had to offer us such as faster transportation of goods and ourselves! In the 1930’s agricultural recovery was a bittersweet intervention.
Anxiety, it’s the feeling that came over me when I arrived at the airport to come to America. I was born in Brasil, it was my home. So boy was I shocked when I heard that we were moving to the United States, and I was only six years old. My parents thought we would have a better life here in America because, with all the “opportunities” it offered, it was the place to be. My father flew over one month before I was scheduled to; he planned on getting everything situated by finding a job and a place for us to live.
Walking into the airplane I instantly knew I was in for a treat. Never had I been on an airplane before; nevertheless, that would explain the plane jitters even before sitting in my seat. Instantaneously I noticed the low ceilings, seeing that I hit my head on the ceiling as I was walking into the plane: but did not show the signs of anxiety setting in. “Passengers, we now are preparing for take off”, is the last thing I heard before squeezing my eyes shut, ever so tightly. As I feel the wrinkles in my forehead with my hand, I slightly open one corner of my eye, hoping we would be up in the air.
The place I will be talking about is Hawaii. Hawaii will always have a special place in my heart not only because of the outstanding views, but because it meant something to my grandma. My grandma died September 11, 2016, her wish was that my grandpa would take my mom, brother, and I to Hawaii with him. Her wish came true this summer. My grandparents traveled to Hawaii almost every year, we heard many stories and saw a lot of pictures, but nothing compared to seeing it with your own eyes.
A jumbo jetliner went soaring through the sky, reaching upwards of 570 miles per hour. The Boeing 747 had endured a grueling nine hour flight over the Pacific Ocean. I was nine years old, excited, yet scared to see a new country. Germany had been a place that my father always talked about, he grew up there and left his mother and sister behind to live with his dad. This was the first time I would be meeting any of my family from Germany.
Which meant I would go crazy on the plane which was not so good. If I didn’t go to California I could stay on Hawaii at my friend’s house. I had a big choice to make. After having about 2 days to think about what I was going to do I decided to try going to California. We packed up and left for the airport.