As I steeped onto an airplane for the very first time my heart skipped a beat. Excitement showed on my face as well as worry. I was only four and this was the biggest moment in my life, my first adventure!
As I walked down the path to my seat my blonde curls bounced. My parents sat around me to make sure I was comfortable. I looked out the window in amazement as we took off. My stomach slowly rose up to my chest. I grabbed the arm rests to calm down. My breathing slowed as I looked out the ovular window for the second time and saw the white puffy clouds I only dreamed of touching. I was flying above the ground and I was completely free.
Adventure started for me on my forth birthday as I moved from my home in Minnesota, the only place I knew, to a whole new world in Arizona. Arizona became my new home, and I traded my snow boots for tank-tops.
Life in Arizona was peaceful and warmer then I was used to. In the mornings the sun would rise from the East at the peak of one of the mountains that surrounded the valley I lived in. My first move and first adventure occurred at age four and I haven't stopped since.
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