My First Time on a Plane
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, Brother, grandparents 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. Sitting next to my brother, who was in a very irritable and annoying mood, made this slightly harder.
There had been a major accident on the motorway that 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 brother was ordered to go and find a luggage trolley, which I remember he was very unenthusiastic about doing.
The only part of checking in I can remember is when my Gran couldn't understand a word the Pakistani steward said only made worse by my Gran's hearing impediment.
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 put the seat belt into the little lock contraption puzzled me for a while. Even though it was so long ago the thought of playing games on the plane with the onboard games console still excites me today. After about five hours of exploring the onboard entertainment, it all got a little boring. So I turned to looking out the window and asking my granddad what was below us for entertainment. I remember asking my granddad why my ears felt funny then regretting after receiving a long-winded explanation.
When we got off the plane I remember how hot it was, I didn't know it could get that hot. It felt a great achievement to actually step off the plane on to American soil. We then had to follow some kind of rep. There was a huge sign stating 'United States Of America Customs' with a huge man sitting behind a bit of glass and not really looking at your passport just kind of waiting for his shift to finish.
