Flying

It was here, today was the day.

Mary and Joe were going on their first holiday with mum and dad to a sunny place.

Mum and dad had been very excited for a very long time; they couldn’t stop telling all their friends about it.

Mum had checked everyone’s bags at least three times before she was sure everyone had everything they would or could ever need.

And we all were off.

The airport was very busy lots and lots of people everywhere.

Dad handed over their booking papers and they gave the lady our heavy cases. 

After a nod from the very smiley lady they were all allowed to go through to a new area that was filed with shops and restaurants.

Mum made sure Mary held onto Joe’s pushchair or dads hand so she wouldn’t get lost.

Some were sitting reading others were doing some shopping and a few others were running.

Dad picked up a paper and mum picked a packet of sweets.

Now they were ready to make it through to security, all belts and shoes off.  Mum took off her fancy jewellery too.

They had to go through a fancy arch one at a time.  They were all fine no beeps or lights for them.

Mary was fascinated by the process, Joe not so much.

“Flight 6150 to Spain mow boarding” yelled the tannoy.

“That’s us” beamed mum as they all headed to the correct corridor.

As they reached the end Mary noticed the doorway was actually the door of the plane they were about to fly in.

They found their seats mum by the window Mary and Joe in the middle with Dad on the end.

Wow this was exiting, Mum handed Mary a sweet and advised to suck on it during takeoff if her ears began to hurt.

Everyone was on board, the ladies in uniform had finished all of their checks the pilot announced his name and the destination, then they were off.

The plane sounded like a rocket.

Mary couldn’t stop looking out of the window, the cars and houses were getting smaller and smaller, even the farms and roads were shrinking.  Then it was all clouds.

All too soon the ladies were checking everything again so they could begin to come back down to land.

Again Mary was glued to the window watching the clouds separate.

Then they were over the sea.

Now they were going over the island, Mary could spot fields and buildings again.

Mum handed over another sweet to stop any pain in Mary’s ears.

Now they were getting very close, houses, gardens, cars and roads were all coming back into view.

Bump, bump all too soon they had landed in a new place with sun and lots of sand from what Mary could see so far, hopefully the beach wasn’t too far away.

“We made it!  Lets find our bags and our hotel, then the holiday really begins” exclaimed mum with excitement.

©joannehepburn 25.09.2016