My Vacation - Original Writing - 1478 Words

It was a bitter cold morning in Birmingham, Alabama, which is normal for its December months. It wasn’t snowing, but there was a slight frost on the windows of the car. My parents and I were embarking on a trip to Houston, Texas to see my grandparents for the holidays and I was beyond excited. Every year since I was born, we always went out to Texas to spend Christmas with them. We usually would drive a strenuous twelve hours, which made for a very tiring trip, for both me and my parents. However, this particular year, my parents decided to buy plane tickets. I had never been on a plane before, and I was not thrilled about it. Airplanes scared me to death, and I couldn’t help but think about all the things that could go wrong. I was†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"Are you alright, dear?† my mom asked me as we took off our shoes at the security area, and walked through the metal detectors. â€Å"Yeah, I guess so.† I responded as I slipped my shoes back on my feet. I did not want her or my dad to know that I was scared. I was the type of person who always has to put on a brave face. It would not have helped to express my fears, because I was going to have to get on the plane regardless. I dragged my feet across the floors to try and get to the terminals as slowly as possible. My parents were already sitting down and were looking at me curiously, but I ignored them and tried to put my mind elsewhere. I noticed that the terminal entrances were quite a sight. As I looked out the huge, glass windows, I saw a bunch of airplanes, all different colors and sizes. The one that stood out the most was the blue and red one, with the name Southwest printed on it near the tail. This would be the plane I would be getting on in a few short minutes. I was trying to stay calm, but the reality was starting to hit me and I realized that I was about to board one of these metal death traps. I stood there staring blankly out the window and thinking about everything that could go wrong. â€Å"We are now boarding Southwest Flight 1542 to Houston† I heard a deep voice say over a loud speaker not even five minutes later. My parents grabbed their carry-ons and started to head towards the open door, but I