California

My father grew up in California, San Diego to be specific. He goes

there

a few times a year. My sisters used to travel there a few times a year. I

was always too young so I never went. The first time I got to go was late

2008.

I slept over my dad’s house the night earlier. I woke up at 6 am, and

for a 9-year-old that’s really, really early. I was so tired I couldn’t even sit

up right. I was already packed, but my sisters were still fighting over a

leather suitcase. My father just said “Rock paper scissors” I laughed as they

both did rock.

We set off for the Bradley airport and it was really hot in the security

room. We boarded the flight within maybe half an hour after we got to the

airport. On the plane they had these really good cookies or maybe they were

crackers. We were all adjusted to the plane with our cookie-cracker things

and sodas. I usually never sleep during the day, and I mean never, but

flying at 10,000 feet above the country there’s not really much else to do.

Whenever my dad goes to California he always takes two flights, one

towards the middle of the country and one towards California. This time we

stopped at Las Vegas, Tennessee. If I haven’t mentioned it yet, this is my

very first plane ride so I was really afraid. I mean, I’ll always be afraid of

flying but, not as much as my first flight. On a plane so many things could

happen. What if the pilot was a bad person Osama?

What if the plane will be intentionally crashed into the Whitehouse or

the pentagon or something like that. Thankfully, Osama’s hiding out in Iraq

or Afghanistan or something like that and I also heard that he’s suffering

with kidney problems. Even if Osama’s not flying the plane, what if

something was wrong with the engine or something.” everything will be

fine. “Said my dad as I prayed and then I asked for more of those delicious

cookie-cracker things.

I slept for about a third of the plane ride.

The other half or two thirds of the plane ride I looked out of the plane

window. To me and some other people I know looking out of a plane

window at 10,000 feet high is really entertaining in the fact that you can see

so much.

One of my sisters said that pools look really funny from a birds-eye

view. At first, I actually believed her but, then I thought she was joking. She

was dead serious. Every time we’d see a pool, she’d burst out laughing and

every time she saw one, I would give her this raised eyebrow look like I was

directly saying, “Your crazy ”or people are staring!” right to her face. After

I would give my sister “the look “she would say, “Whoa that’s a big pool” or

that guy must be rich or something!”

About a-half-an-hour after the whole pool thing, we had landed in

Vegas. Again, I had slept for a while on the plane, so the plane ride in total

felt like 15 minutes (considering I was only conscious for 15 minuets). The

second plane ride was easily tolerable.

When we landed in California I was starving. The only excuse I

had for being hungry was that this plane didn’t have those delicious cookie-

cracker things. We went to a restaurant called the Soup Plantation. It was a

buffet-style restaurant.

They had stuff likes soup and salads. Actually they had anything you

wanted. I had a lot of food and they the best frozen yogurt ever. If someone

had blindfolded me and fed it to me, I would have thought it was pure ice

cream. The rest of the week was eating at the soup plantation, swimming in

the ocean and sleeping at overpriced hotels.

We visited my family that was about two hours away by car. This was

the first time I’ve seen this part of my family. They were very nice and they

had a pool. My sisters and I went swimming in it a couple of times. A cool

feature they have is pink tie-dye. The pool was entirely pink!

A big chain restaurant out west is called Jack-In The-Box. It’s like a

McDonalds or a burger King. Like burger king, jack in the box has terrible

commercials. The week went by very fast because I remember boarding the

plain to Tennessee (because we do it in two stops). The Tennessee plane ride

was annoying because of this one little kid. Of course, he had to be behind

me. He kept kicking me and he was like five, so I couldn’t yell at him. The

only good thing was that since he was five so he went to bed early.

On the last plane ride, I was pretty tired and slept the entire time.

Apparently, we had gotten a ride back from the airport and I slept for the

entire second plane ride. My last memory was on my couch at one in the

morning.