Narrative Essay On Family Field Trip

On March thirteenth 2009, my mother told me that we’re moving to Romania. I didn’t know what to feel or how to react at the time: instead I trusted the plans laid out for me. I packed as much as I could fit into a large suitcase and a small carry on, and prepared for my new life overseas.. The day had finally come, my mother and I were preparing to leave to the Portland International Airport. The car ride there felt like days, it was long, dreadful and, tiring.

I was in 4rd grade and I have never been to Mexico before. My mother decided to take me there for about two weeks to visit my family there and my grandparents, but during that time I was still attending school so the teacher just gave me two weeks of school work to make up when I get back. I got home and my mother was already packing up, so I went to pack my stuff and picked out my favorite clothes to wear. Once I was done, I went to sleep, mother awakened me up at 3am to get ready to leave to the airport. After a very long wait in lines at the airport, we were finally boarded on the plane.

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.

Living up to his name on the recording, she only identifies the man as “naughty pilot.” The pilot asked Chloe and her friend if the two of them would like to join him in the cockpit once the flight had taken off. He then proceeded to show the two women his “Mile High Club” tie clip to prove how many flight attendants and stewardesses he had been with. Once Chloe and her friend reached the cockpit, “naughty pilot” put a great deal of effort into trying to impress the ladies, including serving them with champagne. The man must have become star struck and forgot the fact that since 9/11, pilots are no longer allowed to have civilians accompany them in the front area of the plane. Another major no no the pilot violated the entire flight was smoking cigarettes.

The smell of French toast was strong in the air as I sneaked into the kitchen as quiet and spy-like as I could. I was planning on surprising my sister. “BOO! !” I yelled as I jumped out scaring my whole family, except my sister who I forgot was still

My sister and I not really realizing the severity of the injury, we sat there as we waited for people to help. Going several hours back in time, my eight year old sister and ten year old I were driven to Wachusett Mountain, going to a ski lesson, unaware of the events to come. We ate a quick breakfast, packed our ski bags, and set off with our father chauffeuring us. It turned out that me and my sister were the only ones at that lesson that day, I being less than enthused. (I somewhat dislike my sister for many miscellaneous reasons, such as her wonderful personality.)

“Hele hou mai” is the last thing I heard as I was walking into the Hawaii airport to head back home. Last year my family and I, besides my dad, visited Honolulu Hawaii. We went to Hawaii for a family trip, and to see the NFL Pro Bowl. We were in Hawaii for 9 days, and if you were ever wondering how long it takes to get all the way to Hawaii from Kansas, it’s probably best you don’t know. To get to Hawaii it took us 2 plane excruciatingly long rides.

It was July 15, 2012 my heart was pounding as fast as a racing car,as I slowly walked the steps of the enormous plane,I slowly thought of how different my life was gonna be, in new place i’ve never been to.I felt exited to meet this place but at same time I felt scared……how different was Latin America gonna be? “El Salvador”,my mom softly repeated the name of the place we where traveling to.After four hours of watching the white clouds,and the peaceful sky, we had finally arrived. As we stepped out of the Airport my eyes where rapidly attracted to all the Cultural things around me,I could feel how my lungs breathed in and out the smell of traditional food and fresh natural air. As me and my parents got seated on the taxi,the car started

Can you guess where my first trip was to? In May 13, 2003, I had my first trip to El Paso Texas. I woke up at 8am I was super excited and nervous at the same time, because I knew this trip would be a great experience for me. I was going to take a plane for the first time. Me and my family drove thirty minutes to the airport.

Once we got all that done we headed off to our gate until it was time to get on the airplane and leave. Our flight was gonna take off at 7:45, time came and it was time to say bye to my parents. I was really upset because I wasn't going to see them for the rest of the summer. When me and my sister got on the airplane I was really nervous because I had no idea what we were going to expect,