I’ve always wanted to travel. I’m not afraid of the ocean or the sky, but I was anxious with the thoughts of ship wreck and plane crash. I remember how paranoid I was on my first flight. I had lots of things in mind. What if there’s a bomb? What if there’s a bird strike? What if the weather gets worse? What if the machine failed? Is there a parachute for everyone?
As soon as the engine started I grabbed my chair. I prayed for a safe flight. Then it started to move and we were shaking. The lights flickered. Is that normal or should I jump out the window? I was pushed back my chair when it accelerated. I felt butterflies in my tummy as soon as the wheels left the ground. Slowly, I tried to move my feet and arms. I thought I’ve totally frozen.
I looked at the window and saw how everything got tiny as we went higher. I tried to take a nap but I can’t. And when I opened my eyes, I saw the clouds. It looks so fluffy! I love looking at the sky but never thought how wonderful it was until then.