My Spring Break
I woke up as I heard the flight attendant on the loudspeaker as I looked out the window through the gazing “Attention everyone, we will be landing at the Fort Lauderdale Hollywood International Airport in approximately twenty minutes.” I asked myself “Why is there always a crying baby on every flight I am on?” Every time I travel closer to the equator from my home in Philadelphia, I am always wearing heavy clothes meant for chilly months, because it can be cold on the flight. When I exit the plane and walk through the airport gate, it is scorching hot like being in an oven.