Personal Narrative: My Trip To Vancouver

Aviophobia

During the summer of 2017, my friend Yas and I, went on a trip to Vancouver to visit some family friends for about three weeks. During our trip, we would be staying with friends of our parents and visiting many different places such as beaches, parks, and other tourist attractions; but the most appealing part about this trip was not the destination itself, but the flight there.

Initially, my mother was supposed to accompany us on the flight, but due to work circumstances, lots of persuasion on our part, and the fact that my friends father was already at the destination at the time of our departure; our families decided that it would be okay for us to go on the flight unattended. Having known our hostess family for a very long time, and Vancouver being only a five-hour flight away, it did not oppose a large issue seeing as I was twelve and she was almost Sixteen.

On the day of the trip, we gathered our things and were driven to the airport by our parents. Eventually, after a lengthy lecture on behavior, safety, and using common sense and being smart; they finally let us go and we were free to roam around in the airport until the nearing time of our flight. As we walked toward our gate, where we would be

She said that it would be completely fine for us not get on, and admitted that she herself was feeling a little queasy as well. Planes had always been a controversial thing for me because even though I knew that the chances of something dangerous happening were slim to none, I was still terrified of them nevertheless. Deciding to get onto the plane, not wanting to ruin our vacation, I assured her that I was fine and that it was just some harmless worry that would pass and we went to our seats and waited for