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Personal Narrative: A Trip To The Dominican Republic

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We got up on a Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, our flight left at 6:00 am for the Dominican Republic but I wasn’t tired. As we walked into the O’hare airport in Illinois I was so excited. We waited in lines that looked a mile long until we finally were at our gate. We sat down in faded,cushy,blue seats and waited to leave. When it was time to get on the plane my heart was racing. I remember walking up the steep grey metal steps to board the airplane. When we sat down on the old faded blue seats I looked around and was so happy with what I saw. Right in front of me was my very own mini tv. When the plane started down the runway I looked out of the foggy window at the grass that was still wet from the morning. Then we took off into the air. I thought
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