A Monologue Of My Personal Experience-Personal Narrative

Monologue One day I was playing in my backyard, minding my own business when my mother told me the worst news imaginable. It was a peaceful Saturday and we were spending some time outside, enjoying the weather. Suddenly, her phone went off and she quickly answered it. She sounded really excited, but I did not really care. I was focused on playing with all of my toy cars. I loved playing with those cars, smashing them into each other. I could not wait until I was grown up and could drive real cars, and smash real cars into something. My mother hung up her cell phone and came over to me. She told me that she just received exciting news that her sister had invited us to go visit her in Florida. I was happy because that meant I could see my cousins again that I rarely ever see. I was happy until she told me that we were taking a plane to get there. As soon as she said “plane”, my heart sunk and my hands started sweating. A plane. I cannot do a plane ride. People are trapped in a metal can, flying in the air, possibly crashing to their deaths. A plane! No. Not me. I will walk to Florida, maybe I could walk to Florida. It would take a while and I am not allowed to cross any streets without holding my …show more content…
Maybe next time, I explained. Then she proceeded to say that there were no other options and that it would be a great new experience for me to ride on my first airplane. She sat me down and we watched home videos of her and her first plane trip. It did not seem that bad. She actually looked like she might be having fun. Nope. I still do not want to risk it. Too much danger, too scary. I told her that I would not be going with her and she kept telling me that I would be going. She is my mother so she can boss me around sometimes, but not about this. A plane is where I draw the line. She might be able to take me to the dentist and the doctor’s office, but I am old enough to know that planes are