On the night before my first flight, my bags were packed, neatly and tight.

In the corner they stood, stacked upright. Ready to go, it was quite the sight.

With a flick of the light, I called it a night. I closed my eyes, but asleep not quite, as thoughts of my flight ignited delight.

On the morning before my first flight, I awoke to the bite of bright white lights. It was early all right, fall back asleep I might, I jumped out of bed to the fright of missing my flight.

Despite appetite, breakfast was a bite of pizza, tomato, and a sip of warm sprite.

I hopped in the car, forget things I might.

I drove off and my house disappeared out of sight.

Morning felt like night, what time was the flight?

I’ll get to the airport early enough, right?

Security was light, stop you they might, all in all, they were very polite.

My bags packed tight, fit just right, above my head despite their height.

There I was, ready all right, to take off on my very first flight.