Personal Narrative - Flying on the Wings of Love Essay -- Personal Nar

profligate on the Wings of Love The stead rumbled in the window seat of the woodworking plane. I finded out across the wing at the tiny hands running frantically around in their orange vests. I started intellection about where I was about to go and my palms started to sweat. Oh no I cerebration to myself as I felt my body tensing. I was getting restless although I had no clue about how my life was about to change. The plane began to move. We were taking off. With each minute, and each thought, I became more and more anxious. I looked out the window. The ground moved faster and faster, soon the gravel began to look like blurry streaks and suddenly the plane lifted. My mind cleared and I just watched... I looked down upon the tiny little towns, my nose press up against the cold, plastic window, and my imagination took over... I began to dream of living in foreign lands. A huge mansion on a vineyard property perhaps. The sunshine pouring through my window every morning. I then pictured myself getting up, putting on a silk garment and walking downstairs. The scent of grape blossoms ...