It was time to get on a plane. 18 years old and I haven’t even come close to being on a plane, My family even drove to Disney World in Florida from New Jersey. So that was the deal. I was probably the only one out of my friends that had never flown.

I was given the opportunity when I was invited to Arizona with my boyfriends family and as the time approached I was getting more and more excited.

Some nerves did build up, minor ones though like what if we crashed or what if turbulence is extremely bad.

But as the day came and at 6:30 p.m. in the morning I was excited as ever.

We get to the airport and as I looked around all I thought about was how does my boyfriend know how to navigate as to me the signs were so confusing. I confused a check bag with a carry on and the people were a little rude.

But as we got through security and it was just waiting on line I was over with the experience.

Hours pass and we are boarding the plane. The tunnel leading to the plane felt so small and I was anxious to just take off. Also very excited to be in warm weather compared to Jersey.

We finally are ready to take off and me being on the window seat my nose was practically touching the small window.

We start moving faster and then my stomach lifted as we started to rise. The big buildings in NYC seemed so small. It was like going over a bridge in a car and my stomach jumped, but it felt so cool. I was finally on an airplane ready to explore, and now that’s all I want to do. My first experience was a good one, and as I sit here preparing for my flight home all I can think about is... damn it’s gonna be cold.