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. My young self didn't expect that when I returned, I would be entering the most exciting, story-filled years in people’s lives, my teens. The entire 8th grade came along with me. Eighty thirteen- to fourteen-year-olds traveling to the capital of one of the most dangerous countries at the time. It was a recipe for disaster. We are one of the most trouble-making classes in our school, so much so that we almost risked not going. I guess that makes us special. Maybe. Once we landed it finally …show more content…
It was unreal every time we passed. Although the monument isn't that, well, monumental, on its own, the one picture I have of me climbing a tree in front of it makes it so much better. I found it amazing that almost a decade ago my childhood self was climbing a tree, without a care in the world or its issues. The connotation I have with Washington is the innocence of being a child, which is something that I will forever miss and never feel again. This nostalgia gave me all the more reason to want to visit the monument. Because I couldn’t wait, I made it clear to every teacher and friend that somebody, anybody was going to take a photo of me on a tree next to the Washington …show more content…
When I think about it, I think about the plus sides of my life. Now whenever I create a new memory, a good one, I’ll always remember the tree. My return to the tree ended as fast as it started and sooner than later, I was back to reality but the nostalgia that the tree brought along, will forever stay with me and never go