There are numerous buildings and memorial sites that bring people from all over the world to this one city. Ever since the attacks on the Twin Towers, the city has grown more patriotic and full of pride. Within the city there are millions of people. To be more precise, there are around 7,322,564 people in New York City (Nat"l Geographic picture atlas of "Our fifty States"). Some of those people need the city at certain points of their life. Some take their car, the bus, or the train. But the most common means of getting out of the city or possibly out of the state is by using a plane. The John F. Kennedy and La Guardia airport are the two major airports in the New York area. Both equally as crowded. At times these two airports can become extremely crowded causing anger, constant annoyance, and worst of all: miscommunication.
Throughout my life I have always loved airplanes. Since I was 2 years old, I had been on a plane an average of two times a year. Since I was 15 at the time, that means that I had been on a plane close to 30 in my life. Out of those 30 times I had flown on my own 5 times. So one sixth of my flights have been alone. For a 15 year old kid riding by yourself is a big feat in itself, but doing 5 times is amazing. I had become very familiar with the way an airline works. I knew how to check my luggage, receive my ticket, look to see when and where my plane is leaving, and then I would patiently await until they loaded. I had gone through this procedure 5 times without error. I had become a pro at flying alone without any adult supervision. I knew who to call and what to do in case of an emergency. For instance, if I had missed my flight, or the flight was delayed then I would immediately call home and tell my mom. When I called she would tell me one thing: stay calm. It was not hard for me to stay calm, but it was hard for me to do one thing; keep nine 15 year old kids calm for 9 hours in an airport with no adult supervision.
