Scared, walking towards what feels like my own death, I approach the hallway of no return.
Seat by seat by seat, I reach the one that belongs to me.
We await to descend, I let out a deep breath and put in my headphones. I look at my friend and smile very nervously.
A voice takes over the big metal box, indicating that we will soon descend into the sky. My heart aches and my palms begin to sweat.
This is it.
I'm 26 years old and this might be the last thing I ever do.
What if something goes wrong? How will I let my friends and family know? My mom and dad?
As all these thoughts shoot and bang around in my brain, I feel a sudden shake and we start to move forward. As we go faster I feel more and more anxious.
I look ahead and as we lift off the ground, I grab my friends arm as if I were going to rip it off. Theres not a single thought in my head other then...
I'm going to die.
Then suddenly, nothing happens. The box settles down and doesn't scare me anymore.
I don't die.
In fact, I feel more alive then I ever have before.
I stare out the window, gazing at the endless cluster of clouds. The sea of fresh blue skies. The buildings look nothing more than lego blocks, waiting to be picked up and placed somewhere else.
I lean back in my seat, feeling the biggest and goofiest smile hit my face.
I'm 26, and this is my first time on a plane.