My First Plane Ride ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ The 21-hour voyage all begins when you step aboard the Boeing 747. For me this was my first plane ride. My parents and I were departing from LAX and our destination was Myanmar or Burma. I was probably 6 years of age waiting to see my relatives in Burma for the first time. Before we took off I was so excited, but when the plane started to take off my excitement turned converted to fear. Fortunately, about 2 minutes later the plane lost its slope and the roar of its engines turned into a gentle purr.
ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ ÃÂÃ By the time all the passengers were comfortable, the flight attendants came around and handed us warm, moist towels. As the towels touched my face it felt like a strong, fresh breeze gently purifying my cheeks. Though if it weren't for my mom's quick hands shooting out to snatch the towel away from me, then hurriedly wiping my face, I wouldn't have had cheeks the color of ripe strawberries.
Later on when the attendants came to collect the towels, they gave every child some legos, crayons along with coloring book, and a pack of cards. Upon receiving such treasures, or that was how I felt, I was struck with joy and pleasure. I then proceeded to color and play while my parents were lounging half asleep. I still relish that moment when I was oblivious to my surroundings and all my concentration was directed to coloring inside the lines. About a few hours had passed when I realized coloring and building legos became boring and tedious, but I soon discovered the armrest had numerous buttons which controlled a variety of commands. I was finally at peace when my dad demonstrated to me how the radio and the light dimmer on...