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The Adventures of Delta Flight 1245 & 1123.

I love to fly. Seriously though, ever since I can remember I have LOVED to fly. There was/is something magical about an object so large carrying so many people soaring through the air like a bird. Thursday, I made my long journey back to Utah. My lovely mother the night before I left had left treats on my bed for my traveling (see picture below).
She is such a doll. I just love her. Anyways, my trip to Florida went fine. Easy day, easy flights. The trip BACK, however, was just plain interesting. First, I flew to Atlanta. During that flight there was some turbulence which made me a bit uneasy.  I survived and landed in ATL on time. We flew into Gate A and I needed to get to Gate F. Gate F was on the complete opposite end of the airport. I had to take the train, which was fast and kind of a nightmare for someone like me with terrible balance. I proceeded to my Gate, grabbed some food, and went to wait to board the airplane. Here is the best part of the story..
Yes, that is a man with rainbow hair. No wig, no creepy hat, just actual dyed hair. I feel kinda bad that I took his picture, but since you can't see his face I didn't think it was too much of a violation of his privacy. The flight from Atlanta to Salt Lake seemed to go on forever. We were late leaving, which meant sitting in a plane waiting for the plane to actually move. I think I actually fell asleep. Then I finished my book on my kindle about an hour before the flight was over. I sat and stared out the window. LONGEST FLIGHT EVER. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I was ready to be back. Sadly, now that I've finished typing my story it doesn't seem as adventurous as I originally thought it was. Bummer. Now I'm back, and I start at BYU tomorrow. I am so excited and nervous at the same time. I can't believe I'll be starting as a Junior and only have 2 years left until I am done with college! Each day is a blessing and I can't believe I am actually here. This is my time. This is my story. This is the best life ever.


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