Flying

We finally arrived at the airport. Security always worries me, I mean, I'm inocent! Why would a kid like myself be bringing along a knife or something. Anyway, I got through it and I can't wait to board the plane!

I love taking off. I stare out the window smiling, all I can see are small lines (roads) on the ground, stretching farther then the horizon. I turn away from the amazing sight, position myself comfortably in my chair and open my book.

After a chapter or so, I glance back out the window, and notice a large river below us and realize we are above the Amazon river. A little while later, the voice over the intercom announces that we will be landing soon. I put down my book and continue to stare out the window, excited for my new adventure.

New suitcases

I found a different suitcase in our basement, its all black but at least it's not meant for 5-year-olds.

Suitcases

My mom is making me pack, it is so boring, she keeps telling me to pack this and get that, why can't she just do it. I'm really excited about going to Buenos Aries. My suitcases is really ugly, its all purple with flowers on it and I've had it since I was about 5 years old. Oh well.