My First Time The first time I’ve been in a commercial airliner plane was December 2010. I remember while most of the people we’re taking in less oxygen under the altitude difference, I was too excited to fall asleep and rest like they were. I had to look. I had to take my camera out. I had to find a way to preserve the feeling of flying hundreds of feet above sea level – way up high in the clouds. I looked down and everyone and everything looked like ants. I couldn’t make out individuals. I saw wholes. I saw how the concrete blocks of flats and buildings created a grey density: boring. Lifeless. We came out into a thick fog. I thought I wouldn’t even be able to see my hand if I held it up in front of myself. Everything went white. We flew straight into a happy cotton-candy-floss clouds. Then I saw how when we crossed over lands how the luscious greenery of the county came out. Deep shrubs thrived wherever the eye could see. It was such an amazing feeling to watch the sun sitting up, up, up in the sky on its thrown in space and then to see it melt into the horizon, leaving an oil-painting of warm colours. I can’t wait for the next time! =]