First Flight

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First Flight

It was early hours of the morning that we had to get up, when it was still dark and damp. We had to be in the airport for half past four. Which wasn’t so bad as all we had to do was get dressed and be ready for the taxi, because we got all our luggage ready the day before so we didn’t have to rush around.

        I remember hearing the alarm go off in my mum’s room, as I lay on my bed for most of the night thinking of all the fun we would have. Swimming in the sea, visiting new place and cities and most of all it would be my first flight on an aeroplane. I was only ten then, so going abroad was an adventure to me. My brother and my sister had been abroad before, as they went skiing with their school in year ten and eleven. I think of all the things they were going to enjoy the most was the sunshine and the golden beaches of Majorca, escaping the wintry weather of Wales.

        “ Time to get up everyone!” Mum shouted across the house with joy. I sprung out of my bed like a cheetah, straight into the bathroom to have a wash. Strangely I remember my brother being all ready before anyone else, which was a first for him ever. My sister was a bit panicky as she was checking her bags again and again, making sure she had everything.

        As we were all getting ready, mum was downstairs making us some breakfast. As we were going to have a long day with travelling and all. Everyone was just so happy and excited to be going on holiday, I remember mum singing ‘ Oh were going to Majorca… back to the island’. We were all ready and waiting for half past three, the taxi was booked for quarter to four. A silver minibus pulled up outside our house and sounded his horn. The taxi driver was very helpful, he helped us put our bags in the back of the bus, altogether between us we had five suitcases. Once I entered the taxi I knew that it was the start of my adventure.

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        We arrived at Manchester Airport on time to book ourselves in, our flight wasn’t until six o clock a.m. I remember looking out the taxi window and thinking we had entered a city, because the place was so big. It had its own train system and hundreds of coaches packed with people also waiting to go on holiday.

“ Which terminal are you boarding from miss?” Asked the taxi driver.

“ Number two, international!” Mum replied.

“ No problem miss”. I don’t think I had been in such a big place before. When we arrived at the terminal we had ...

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