It was two years ago, very early in the summer. School had just finished, and all kids were headed someplace warm and tropical for a vacation. My brother and I were going to go to Europe to visit family, because we hadn’t seen my dad’s side of the family in forever. My mom, dad, brother and I were on the way to the O’Hare airport near Chicago; we hoped that there would be no traffic, but it turned out there was. As soon as we hurried out the car, we entered the airport feeling very isolated. I tried not to express the fact that I was overly excited, because I was going to leave, but I couldn’t hold my excitement in.

Hurrying through security was kind of frightening; because I was constantly terrified the buzzer was going to go off as I stumbled upon it. Skipping through the halls, trying to come across which gate we were supposed to go to, we surprisingly ran into a great amount of kids from school. As we got closer and closer to the gate, the chills started building up. I hesitantly shuffled my way up to the counter and gave my boarding pass to the lady very gently, as if I was already exhausted. Departing into the plane was very frightening at first, because everyone was fighting their way to make sure everything was put away securely. I calmly tried finding my seat, and of course, my seat was at the very end of the plane. When we approached our seats, the flight attendants had started explaining the safety rules, and showed us where all of the emergency exits were. As soon as the flight attendants finished talking, the plane started moving. At the beginning the plane went slow, but it eventually got really faster. As the plane got faster, people on the plane started freaking out because it was going too fast; but I thought it was pretty fun. The worst part of a plane ride is at the very beginning when the plane goes upwards; my ears pop and bothered me for half an hour. I sat in my chair not knowing what to do; there isn’t much to do on a plane but sleep in my opinion and for some weird reason, I wasn’t able to. My brother and I had been stuck in the middle of a grumpy old man and a very quiet lady. The grumpy old man never really said anything to me, he just sat there watched movies the whole flight to Europe. The lady on the other hand, slept the whole flight there; she took some pills right before the plane started moving and passed out from then. I sat still for a while, watched a couple movies and listened to some music. But I knew that I couldn’t stay still for a while, so I got up. I very calmly walked around the plane and as I walked I saw little kids playing with dolls and some other toys, I heard babies pouting and crying for their parent’s attention, and I witnessed most people sleeping. The flight attendants came around and served us dinner, and I never really liked airplane food just because everything was always nasty and different. As the time went by, the plane started to get darker and darker making people fall asleep, leaving the plane in silence.

As I glanced over my seat, I noticed that I was the only one wide awake. I looked over to my brother to see if he had been awake, but he also had passed out. The flight was about a good nine hour flight; and we only had about six hours left by then. Later on, I felt a little thump clouting my chair, but I didn’t know what it was. I took a peak over my chair, and it was a little kid kicking my chair. I thought to myself, should I have said anything to him, or should I of just let him alone. But that little kid never stopped, that really made me furious. I also noticed a group of little kids playing with each other; I really liked how the kids were quiet and polite. I never really thought that kids on an airplane would survive without screeching or whining at each other. Many parents never really let their children run around the aisles because they we not to disturb others that were on the plane. Having a little bit more time left on the plane gave me some time to read a book I brought along; I never got to the book because I got distracted with my surroundings. I wondered while being distracted, how it looked over in Europe since the last time I was there. As I processed this thought through my head, I distinguished people waking up. And as everyone started waking up, the attendants started to hand out hot rags, so it could wake us up. The rags had a very durable incense to them, and I concluded that everyone noticed it, but I never admittedly mumbled anything about it.

Past that, we got some breakfast, I initiated that the breakfast looked very unappetizing because of its appearance. Patiently waiting for the plane to come to a halt, we had been told that we had three hours left, which made me comprehend that this plane flight would at no time come to an end. I cultivated that making new friends was a good thing while traveling. I concluded that making new friends was considerable, because traveling along gets very deserted and it feels like it takes a much longer time to get to your destination. I saw an excessive amount of kids playing together and didn’t even know each other; which I realized was adorable. Not only does it make their time fly by, but it leaves some room for the parents to have some alone time. The plane deliberately made its way into Europe and into Switzerland. The noiseless lady that assemble right next to my brother, finally woke up, and ate her meal that had been situated at her table for a few hours. The pilot conclusively told us that the plane wasn’t ready for landing and told us to buckle up.

Traveling in a plane was the best experience ever. Getting to meet people from everywhere around the world was very fun and interesting. Even though many people find plane rides the most horrifying thing ever, I think it’s the best part of the vacation. Getting to see my family was wonderful, all my cousins had grown up and everything had changed. Everything in Europe was so beautiful and there was something to do every day. Coming home was the worst part ever, I got use to spending time with my dad’s side of the family and it was really hard leaving them. But there is no place like home.