Personal Narrative Outline

The place I am writing about is my plane trips to Jamaica. The reason why I am writing about my multiple plane trips is because Jamaica is a place I go every year. Another reason is because I have a fear of heights but when I am on a plane the fear goes away.

Description: blue, cloudy, bright light coming from the sun.

Getting on a plane is like taking a step into another place. While boarding the plane and looking for your chosen seat the cold wind from the air vents immediately starts to attack. First they attack your face then the rest of your body. After a few minutes go by the plane is ready for take off. The cloud is a mixture of blue and white. They are all lined up in some sort of arrangement like they are guiding the plane to its destination. Even though the image outside may seem relaxing, there are others on the plane that would disagree. Some of those people might me crying babies or elderlies with the nauseated look on their face. All I was thinking was “go to sleep for one hour and you’ll be good.” The fear of highs are the loud human sirens could not take away my joy of seeing the land of fresh wind and beautiful beaches.

Time one: I was around the age of eight.

The point of this trip was to go to Jamaica and stay there for school.

I was on the plane with an air hostess because I was a minor traveling alone.

I was excited because I could not wait to see my family and play with the kids around the neighborhood. I was also bit nervous because I knew I was being sent to Jamaica for school. The school system down there is far stricter that what I was accustomed too.  

Time two: I was 15

This was the first time traveling after my huge plane scare that took place when I was coming from Washington.

I was extremely nervous at first.

My friend cam with me to experience all I have been bragging about for years.

This was August the summer before I went to high school.

Time three: I was 18

The last time I went to Jamaica

I was extremely happy because I was able to go to more place now that I was 18.

This was the summer after my first semester in college.

I was able to take my younger sister to Jamaica.