It was one day and three months ago that I drove two hours from St. George, Utah to Las Vegas, Nevada. There I boarded a plane that was going to go to San Francisco, California. It had been a very long time since I had flown and I was very disturbed by the fact that we could crash. I thought it took a very long time to get through the security and other things. The plane was nice and comfortable. They served us drinks and the chairs had tvs to play games on. It wasn’t very long before we landed and got off. In San Francisco we had a six hour layover. Man was that boring! We played on a playground that was in pretty bad shape. The only thing that worked was spinning wheel that you sit on and spin. You can only do that for so long. We lounged around in the waiting area, doing nothing but sit and play on devices, we ate pizza for dinner and dropped off our bags at the baggage check. We then walked around the whole airport to find the terminal gate we were to fly out of. Our flight was not until 1:00 am and so we sat on a bench outside the gate and took a short nap. I kept trying to stay awake but, man, that is hard. I woke up just in time to board the plane. I got on the plane and then got very anxious. So anxious I didn’t fall asleep until 2:30 am and then I woke up at 6:00 am. Not very much sleep. I was terribly hungry when I woke up, but the breakfast wasn’t until 10:00. Also, the food was gross. I only ate the yogurt. Then, we got off the plane and got our bags. When we got out of the airport it wasn’t hard to find a taxi to our house, however, it took a despicable amount of time to get there. The traffic was terrible. As we drove to the house all I could think about was how much fun I would have and how little problems we would have. I think I jinx myself, a lot.