I think I was a sophmore when I wrote that one. The experience happened while I was in ninth grade. I still don't love airports, but for entirely different reasons now. I'm scared to death to lose my kid in one and I get airsick. Still, I'd usually rather tough out a couple hours on a plane than spend a few days in a car getting carsick. Ugh.
This next one I wrote in my first year of college. It's funny, because I actually had a homework assignment not long ago for a class that I am taking, and it ended up a lot like this. It was funny, at the time, how it seemed to flow. Probably because I had already written quite a bit of it before, ten years ago.