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This is my first story. I have flight anxiety. That is just one part of it though.

Anyway I recently went on holiday. I like to visit places especially places with an amazing history. But… planes even the thought of it makes me shake.

The start of my journey began at the airport.

We went through security as per usual and then went to the lounge to relax till the flight.
That’s when things went BAD.

We were playing a game and planes where mentioned. I started to shake. I said I needed the bathroom just to move.

Around an hour later we were boarding. And as we took off I was gripping the seat violently. I felt sorry for the chair.

It was a quarter way through the flight. I was doing well compared to past flights. Then my brother spilt his hot chocalte all over himself. He had to get up and go to the bathroom to cleanup and the flight attendant come over to see if everything was alright.

Then I had to stand. I had to get up and go to the back of the plane. I picked up the vomit bag and spent most of the flight at the bag of the plane pacing until landing.

That is not the end of the story. We had a stopover.

It was an EIGHT HOUR STOP before our next flight. I couldn’t eat, sleep or drink or even SIT for EIGHT HOURS! My mum thought that I would be alright. Boy was she wrong.

I had a great time until I had to go home. But at least I got to ‘see the world’.

Have a wonderful day!