My first trip on a plane was unforgetable from beginning to end. When I was about 9, at about 4 A.M., my dad picked me up from my house to take me to the airport. I fell asleep in the car on the way to the airport. When I woke up we had finally arrived and I was stupified by all the rushing people and cars all around. The vibrarnt flashing lights, the smell of starbucks coffee beans and bagels whisping in the air, and the sound of jets hurtling through the air faster than sound. The sights, smells, and the feeling of that morning still have not left my mind.
After a while of checking luggage, I found myself in the window seat of a voluminous Delta 747 jet. When the runway was clear, I could hear the reverberating sound of the jets reving up. The jet jolted forward and, before I knew it, we were flying. Even though my stomach churned while the jet took off, I was the most excited kid in the world at 5:00 A.M. Although not great, the plain food was not as bad as I had previously heard.
Two hours had passed and we were arriving at the Atlanta airport to refuel and switch jets. My dad and I went to the crown room right away. "Two words: FREE COKE.", exclaimed my dad. I was just as excited as he was to get free drinks and free food. After I was done gorging myself, we boarded another plane. This one had TV's in the back of the headrests. I watched spongebob for two hours, and meerkats on animal planet for the remaining time.
The bathroom was one of the most astounding things I had ever seen. Everything was metal, and when you flushed the toilet, the plane magically sucked the waste down the hole with no water. WoW. After I witnessed this, I ran all the way back to my seat and told my dad, and insisted that he go and do it too. He did. When we arrived in LA, I exclaimed that that was the best ride I had ever been on.
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