MY FISRT TIMEON AN AIRPLANE

my family planed a trip to Cartagena

When I was 7 years old

I was very happy because it wasmy first time on an airplane

and it was my first time in the beach too.

When I made the luggage, so, I was very excited.

So, she packed a lot of things

It was my mom’s first time in the beach too

but my dad said that those things didn’t necessary.

For example, when she put six sun screen bottles in the luggage

my dad said her “we are black people yet, we don´t need that”.

She packed a couple of boots too, because she thought that we need it to walk in the grit

but my dad said her again “Are you crazy? You are a country woman, we go to a hot city and we need sandals and fresh clothes”

After that the luggage was ready for the trip.

When we were on the airplane I was relax because the airplane was quiet.

The really emotional situation began when the airplane landed off.

At this moment I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Like “Doña Gloria”

I was so scare, I shouted and I

cried all the fly to Cartagena.

When the airplane

landed, my parents had

their arms hurt by my

nails.

Finally, we enjoyed the trip, we went to the sea, we played on the beach and spent an amazing family time.

But when the trip ended, I decided to come back by bus… with my mom!