Personal Narrative: My Trip To Haiti

My Trip To Haiti I'm sitting here looking out the window and recalling all the videos I watched the day before about planes crashing, how they would crash, taking off as one of the wings would separate from the fuselage causing the plane to fall out of the air. Like gravity just kicked into overdrive, taking vengeance on the plane and driving into the surface of the ground. Another crashed I recalled is the one where the plane crashed while landing. It came down just to hard and fast, causing the landing gears to malfunction and give way like a dry brittle twig. Then all of a sudden I'm sucked back into my seat, the ground starts to shake, it feels as though it is splitting beneath me. Then all of a sudden everything is calm and I stop daydreaming about the …show more content…
As I look around people are moving around in their seats, starting to gather their belongings, some are reaching overhead and retrieving their carry on bag and putting belongings away like: books, laptops, pillows, etc. There’s some who are starting to wake up, trying to stretch in their seats, some people look like pretzels who were trying to get in a comfortable position. Now the captain says again over the intercom, and at the same time the seat belt light comes on and he says “ladies and gentlemen please take your seats we are making are final approach and will be on the ground in just minutes, and again thank you for flying Southwest Airlines”. As we were taking off I thought that was rough, not until we put wheels or at least I hoped wheels to the ground. Now after the gut wrenching landing, which felt more like a fret-train smaking the ground and coming to a complete stop in less than “five seconds” we stepped off the plan and into the

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