Here We Go!

     

     It was night time in Seattle International Airport. We were on our way to Las Vegas, me, my dad, and my old step mom. It smelled like food. I saw people walking on their planes. On the plane there was a lot of chairs and a lot of people. It was hot inside the plane, outside the plane it was dark and rainy.

     "Where are we going?" I asked, looking around the airport.
     "Las Vegas," my dad told me."
     "Where are we going to stay?"
     "A hotel named 'Circus Circus,'" my dad told me.
     "You'll like it there are lots of rides there," my dad added.
     "Which ones?"
     "Lots."
     "Okay; where's Las Vegas?"
     "In Nevada."
     "Oh," I said boarding the plane.
     "Our seats are right there," my dad said pointing to a row halfway down the plane.
     "Okay," I said.
     "We're going to a wedding."
     "Okay."
     "Here we go!" My dad said as the plane lifted off the ground.
     "Whoa!" I said in excitement.
     "I'm going to sleep," my dad told me.
     "Okay."
     "You should go to sleep too, it's a long ride."
     "Here's a blanket and a pillow," handing me a blanket and a pillow he just pulled out of the top.
     "Thank's dad"

     About two hours later we arrived in Las Vegas. We drove to the hotel, I did like that hotel. Four years later I've flown on at least 16 more flights, most of them by my self. I wasn't scared because I went on my first plane. In fact I love flying.


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