Anxiety, it’s the feeling that came over me when I arrived at the airport to come to America. I was born in Brasil, it was my home. So boy was I shocked when I heard that we were moving to the United States, and I was only six years old. My parents thought we would have a better life here in America because, with all the “opportunities” it offered, it was the place to be. My father flew over one month before I was scheduled to; he planned on getting everything situated by finding a job and a place for us to live. Even with all the American movies I watched, my favorite being Batman, I only had a vague idea of what it would be like to live there. My mother would tell me, taking advantage of my young guilble mind, that I would love it, make a …show more content…
When we reached the plane, the captain and another flight attendant stood at the door. They saw the sticker I was wearing and they saluted me. The captain said, to my surprise in Portuguese, “How would you like to see the cockpit son?”. I smiled and said, “I would like that very much”. I entered the cockpit and it looked just like inside of the Batmobile. It was getting to the time of takeoff so I saluted the captain and headed toward my seat. I got to my seat and there was a screen where we could watch movies; it was all in English though but they had Portuguese subtitles which helped me. About 10 min into the movie, the plane started to move. I grabbed my mother’s arm and held it tight. Soon after the plane began to ascend, I felt the pressure rising and looked out the window watching everything get smaller and smaller. The world looked like an ant colony. When the plane leveled out, I continued watching the movie. Time flew by quickly due to all the movies. Around the fifth movie, I started repeating some of the words they were saying and I knew what they meant because of the subtitles. English was easier than I thought. I started to make out sentences and I even ask the flight attendant for a glass of water in
Walking into the airplane I instantly knew I was in for a treat. Never had I been on an airplane before; nevertheless, that would explain the plane jitters even before sitting in my seat. Instantaneously I noticed the low ceilings, seeing that I hit my head on the ceiling as I was walking into the plane: but did not show the signs of anxiety setting in. “Passengers, we now are preparing for take off”, is the last thing I heard before squeezing my eyes shut, ever so tightly.
The whirring of the airplane motors diminished. As soon as the seatbelt sign was off, passengers became energetic, and it was official. My peers and I had landed in Washington D.C. I had lived in Washington before, eight years ago and I was seven when we left.
As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.
The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
As I gaze out into the backseat window my mind races of all the crisis’s I may encounter, as we pass through miles of cornfields we finally met our target. The car squeaks to a halt as we pull up next to a glimmering grey private jet. My doors opens, Rucker escorted me to the jet evaluating my numerous amounts of task that were ahead of me. The steeps are tall and steep, one foot by one I finaly reach the entrance. The door opens and I am standing there in astonishment.
Soon it was time to board. I was finally trying to conquer my fear, but it did not seem to work. As I sat back in the uncomfortable plane seat, my hands became sweaty and I started to freak out. I knew there was no turning back; soon I was going to be thousands of feet in the air. As I closed my eyes, I tried to picture a happy place, but all I could imagine was a plane crash.
Supersonic speeds, It flew so fast that friction caused the hull of the aircraft to rise in temperature and stretch the aircraft's length about 7 or so inches. Or was it the sense of being home again and not being out there. “Nous sommes now boarding passagers de première classe” I slightly understood what the ticket lady said. My French was weak but ever since working with the French government, I decided to make their lives a little easier by learning French so they wouldn’t have to call a translator every time we had a meeting. I stood up from the black leather seat and started in a slow, professional pace towards the lady.
I hadn’t realized how high we were off the ground, but when I looked, the people and civilizations on the ground looked like ants dashing across an ant hill. When we were off the plane where the AC gave me the sensation that I was standing on Mt. McKinley, the humidity that Florida has to offer hit me like a Mack semi-truck. The rental van was an ocean. Bright blue and the seats rippled just like water would, and my family and I were the fish in the sea.
A Scarred Past Smoke filled the air, the smell filling me with anxiety. I heard pounding. The door opened and- "Flight 192, New York to London, is preparing to land. " I took in the unfamiliar setting as I began to become more conscious from my nap. I sat up, moving my long, brown hair out of my face.
I looked around me and noticed the mountain caps were covered in fake snow, surrounded my jagged edges of cliff. The incline took us into a dark cave in the mountain and suddenly the air felt much cooler. Once again the coaster car picked up speed, throwing us around bends and over humps. My hair smacked my face as I screamed in excitement. Then suddenly we
The ride was very quiet I at some peanuts and pretzels on the flight. I was craving pretzels in the last two hours on our flight. While I was in the plane I could see some caverns and caves on mountains. When I arrived at the airport there was a music playing and the song was Watch Me Whip/ Nae Nae.
When I woke up, we had arrived and I was officially stuck on this remote country with only my brothers and parents as company. Oblivious
Instantly we went from zero miles per hour to eighty miles per hour. Twisting and turning throughout the ride forced our body's form side to side. I then had realized why they had made the straps so tight against our chests. It wasn’t until like maybe forty-five seconds later and they were already taking our Straps off. It had literally flown by like a plane flying through the sky.
“We have arrived in Aglo, Illinois, and we’re about to land, so could everyone please buckle up your seatbelts and turn off all electronic devices?” the pilot asked into the loudspeaker. I was glad to be out with the old and in with the new. We’d lived in Brazil for so long. Mom, Dad, and I had to get out of that boring, old town and country.