The first time I was ar an airport I was five,but when I woke up I was laying on my moms suitcase!How I got on the suitcase was, my mom put me on there so I wouldn’t be grumpy. But when we had to go on any kind of stairs i had to walk, but after that I went back to sleep.                                                                                                                                              The first time I was at an airport it was kind of fun and tiring.The fun part was looking at the neat stuff that other airports don’t have, second is eating at the little food places. They have mostly all culture food, we mostly go to the Asian food places. Last but not least is the little shops, we always go in at least one at each airport, I usually go in with my brother and look. Now to the bad things, first thing is most of the time we get lost and get almost late to the airport, then we have to wait a long time. Second thing is we can never find the bathroom, my mom always gets mad because my brother and I whine because we have to go. The third thing is when we sit down and put all our stuff on the ground or chair, my dad says “get up” and I always trip over my stuff, like Humpty Dumpty well most of the time. After all that happened we finally made it to the plane. It took forever!                                                                                       It was one of the most fun I’ve had in a long time I hope I can go again soon.