Three years ago when I was in seventh grade my family went to Mexico. It was the first time I had ever rode on a plane. As soon as we took off my sister, Izzy, started freaking out and crying because we weren't touching the ground anymore. I loved flying though. I though it was cool. I liked looking out the window and being above the clouds. But, of course, my sister made me close the window for most of the trip because she was so scared. That is the only time we have ever flown anywhere and I'm pretty sure it is because of my sister because nobody else has a problem with it. But, finally two hours after take off we landed in Cancun, Mexico. We hopped on a bus and rode a mile south of Cancun to Riveria Maya. I had my eyes glued outside the window of the bus. It was beautiful. There were palm trees everywhere and bright flowers growing on the sides of the high way. Finally we made it to our resort. We checked into our room, I changed into my swim suit, and then we headed for the beach. It was the first time I had ever seen the ocean. Well I did see the ocean when I was one, right after I was born, but that doesn't really count since I don't remember it. It was huge and beautiful. I grabbed a hammock that was in between two palm trees and laid their for a while to relax. Then I went into the ocean and saw all sorts of tropical fish. It was so cool and they were swimming all around my legs. Then a sting ray swam up close to the shore so I left and went back onto the beach. My family spent a week there eating new kinds of food, visiting small towns, and shopping in local markets. Before I knew it, it was time to leave. We flew back to Springfield. It was a nice rainy cold day when we landed... beautiful!
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