Moth Event
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SpeechImagine yourself flying or traveling somewhere without anyone you know, anyone you can communicate with, anyone you can trust. Imagine yourself paranoid about what someone is going to do to you in the five hours before you reach your destination. This has happened to me before, and it was a serious watermark on my life. This story is about when i flew across the United States of America by myself. It all starts when my mom and I go to Washington DC to visit my grandfather. It was really fun; we went fishing, played chess, and watched the olympics. It was funny though because he had been threatening me saying that he will defeat me in chess for like 2 weeks before the trip and yet he didn’t yet.
Two days later my mom tells me that she has to leave early for a job interview, but I had to stay because my grandfather wanted me to. My eyes immediately started to blur and my legs, my cold week stems, felt as if they shut down and I was about to fall over. I had to stay for one more week, it was the longest week ever. I got to the airport and walked down the terminal, the long, endless, dark tunnel, I was so nervous, because I’ve never flown across the country by myself before, It felt like I was leaving for the army and that I was never coming back. It took forever to find my assistant to help me find my plane, I eventually found her, and then she took me to some kind of office to make sure I had the the right schedule. I had to get on first with the other kids under 18 years old who were flying by themselves, at least eight of us traveled alone. We waited for 15 minutes before the others came in, it felt like 45 minutes though, and the worst part was that my phone died, and I left my charger cord, and my sudoku booklet in my backpack which was in the storage part under the the seats. I really wanted to listen to some music to make time go by faster but I couldn't now. This plane, this flying metal bird with the roar of its terrifying engines, was going to Alabama which would take around two hours, so I wanted to fall asleep, but then a family sat next to me. Their twin sons were talking about a game that I play alot, so I couldn’t help myself but to sit and listen. About 30 minutes went by, then I decided to introduce myself and talk with them. We sat and talk for about one and a half hours about four games, then their parents realized that I was in the 6th grade and they were in the 5th grade, so they asked if I could give them a picture/visual of what to expect in Jr. High. It was cool, they asked me a lot of questions like Which subject did I struggle with, and how hard is the math, because they struggled on it a little bit. After that, the plane ride, the terrifying ride of fright, was finally done, and I got the kids phone numbers so we could keep in touch. Everyone left except the eight of us, then we went to the gate entrance and waited there for our next assistants for about ten minutes. I was so relieved that this went better than I thought, and was confident that this next flight would be even better. I spoke too soon: I sat next to approximately 70-76 year old Japanese couple who were trying to have a conversation with me, and this plane has a longer flight because it goes from Alabama to Los Angeles, so I sat there for three hours listening to them speaking Japanese. However, I didn’t want to seem rude, so I just pretended I was listening. It was weird though because this plane seemed like the longest plane ride in history, every sentence they spoke never functioned or processed in my brain. So everything they spoke felt like it took one minute to spill out but only took ten seconds. Time went by extremely slowly and never seemed like it was moving, or that there was time, every second I start imagining what each word is in english but I have one minute dreams about each one. My brain will basically stop time to dream about a word then wake up and resume the couple’s conversation. It was so embarrassing, I felt like a jerk even though it wasn’t my fault. The embarrassment managed to toy with my memory so when the plane ride was over, I was supposed to look for my mom and my grandma, who were picking me up but I somehow forgot what they looked like! This is my memory, my change in life, my morph, my next stage; This is my watermark. Cleaner GraphicsLorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi.
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