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The Greatest Day of My Life:
The greatest day of my life was when I went to Spokane Washington. I could clearly recall everything that happened in the previous 3 hours. I had never flown alone, therefore I was worried and nervous, among many other emotions, but it was a chance for a change. So I decided this was a good chance to show my maturity by doing this flight alone. So I had my parents take me to the Sacramento Airport with my luggage and ticket as I said goodbye.
As I had given my parents a hug goodbye, I went down through all the security process of removing the shoes and socks, and other things and putting them into a tray that went through a scanner I went into a body scanner. At this point I put my shoes back on with my jacket also, and headed to my first gate, B20. There I met a lady who helped me out with information on how boarding a plane went. After, I thanked her kindly. From there, they called my boarding group, I got onto the plane and buckled up and waited. At this point, I felt that my nervousness was at the highest it could get, wondering what would happen next, what was going on now, and if I even made the right choice. While I listened to the emergency procedures they gave, I felt anxious because I have never flown without someone I already know.
As the plane took off, I was wrong about these two key emotions because now I was hoping for a safe takeoff from this point. When I felt this plane speed up. My stomach seemed to be pushed back, and the plane was now airborne. On my right was a lady that helped me from freaking out until it was okay to use electronic devices, at this point I put my ear buds in, listening to my music to help me stay calm. For the most part I was, but there was still the thoughts of a plane crash or engine failure. But the plane had landed on the runway with a soft landing, arriving in Portland Oregon, completing the first half of my journey.
I looked at my ticket and read C14, my next gate. As I walked one direction I noticed I was heading the wrong direction, stopped, and turned around, and walked the other way. Not far ahead I saw my gate. It was twenty past seven in the morning according to my watch, one hour before my next flight. Since I had some time, I went down to a little stand and got a pack of gum. Then I walked around for a while and dropped into a seat near my gate, and waited and listened to the music I had composed to attempt to suppress my nervousness a little. This time I sat on the plane, buckled up, not feeling as nervous as a had on the flight before.
Upon landing, I was grateful to see my uncle waiting for me when I arrived, safe and sound. We hugged. Then it was off to go get my luggage, which contained all my clothing and things I needed. We headed off to my uncle's truck and we drove to my grandpa's property. We talked about how things had been going on since we last had seen one another. Upon arrival at the property, I got out of the truck, gave my grandpa a hug, and took my luggage into the house. I had finally demonstrated how mature I had become by facing the fear of flying by myself.
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