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|Prompt: My first flight.
I hate to fly. My Dad flew planes in the Air Force and I thought I wanted to, too. After my first trip on a plane, I changed my mind. I bought a stuffed beanie pig at the gift shop at the Air Port and when the plane took off, I held my husband's hand and I had my other hand clutching my little piggy. The Flight Attendant smiled. I kept thinking that the plane had stopped. I was nervous. When we landed, I just knew that the plane missed the runway. I had hoped someone put up the net to stop it. I thought it would never stop. It did. If the plane shakes, I get nervous. I don't fly too often. I only fly to see my sister in Florida. I will probably fly to Minnesota to see my son someday. I hope the Ebola thing has passed by then. This keeps off the plane right now not that I had any plans or time to fly anywhere right now. I hate going through security. If we take a car to Florida, it takes forever. I don't like to fly but like Mr. T, they can drug me next time. I will endure it somehow.
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