Airport Adventure
I wondered why they placed a huge fountain spitting water in every direction. Well, it certainly is entertaining, I thought. Outside airplanes sat, longing to return to the skies. The fountain changed its pattern and my eyes darted trying to follow. What could be better than this? I wondered. I get to fly home to Mommy, Daddy, and Sparkles! But later my optimistic attitude might change… and possibly even reverse.
“Come on!” I squealed as we, my sister Carolynn, the flight attendant who watched us, and I, trotted into a long, amazing tunnel, filled with music and a rainbow of lights like waves in the ocean under a setting sun. As I sadly stepped out of the tunnel, I saw something I never expected at an airport. I stared wide-eyed at a bright-red monorail! “We get to go in that!?” I exclaimed. The doors slid open and closed and as I stood holding a bar, the train lunged forward and I plunged into near darkness. Carolynn and I then entered an unaccompanied minor’s room.
About an hour later, I heard the whir of engines and fell back. Outside the ground and airport slowly shrunk and vanished: I was flying! Soon the clouds lowered and gathered to create an endless floor of white. Suddenly an unpleasant feeling came over me. I slowly turned left and whispered quietly to the man next to me, “I need to go to the bathroom. Can you let me out?” He shuffled back for me and I slowly, unsurely walked to the back of the plane, my face now pink. There sat a large red handle on the door in front of me. I pushed trying to turn it, too embarrassed to connect a large door, bright-red handle, and the back of the plane. Luckily I couldn’t turn the handle. I faced right and… There were the bathrooms!
As I returned to my seat, Carolynn whispered with an evil smirk, “You almost opened the emergency exit.”
“I didn’t see the other doors,” I whined, red faced. I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I thought. I stared out the window. Tears nudged my eyelids. “Don’t cry. Don’t let the man see you cry,” I mouthed. “I want to go back to the airport. I liked it so much better.” My mind filled with these thoughts. I couldn’t wait for home and be hugging Mom and away from wherever I was.
I then realized that wishing couldn’t make it better. I convinced myself that I had an amazing day and not to let one almost mistake ruin it. To this day, whenever one bad thing happens, I don’t let it ruin my whole day.
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