Holiday to America

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Personal Fiction- Holiday to America

When I was seven years old I went on my very first holiday abroad to America.

I can remember waking up at five o'clock in the morning to catch an early flight from Heathrow airport. I was so excited I forgot about the daunting effort of getting up so early. My Mum, Dad, sisters and I set off on the long journey to the airport then Orlando, Florida. I remember the white taxi van used to transport us to the airport with its incredibly tiny seats, which made getting any sleep impossible. This was made slightly harder by sitting next to my sister who was in a very irritable and annoying mood. There had been a major accident on the motor which held me in suspense not knowing whether we would get there in time to catch the flight. When we finally arrived at the airport my sister was ordered to go and find a luggage trolley, which I remember she was very unenthusiastic about doing.

The eleven hour flight over to America was one of the most exciting parts of the holiday for me. Trying to work out how to