It’s time. I can do this. I step onto the tiny airplane, ready for a new experience. I haven’t ever been on an airplane, let alone out of my small town. In some ways, i’m nervous, but I’m way more scared of never doing anything with my life. When I bought that lottery ticket, I didn’t expect anything of it. I would have never guessed that I would be the one to win a one in a lifetime, all funds paid, trip to Hawaii. In my average small town, things like this don’t happen often. It feels like I have the whole town cheering me on as I find my seat. I sit down and it just happens to be near the window. From here, I can see the place where I grew up. The high school that just got out of session, the swing sets that I broke my arm on in second grade, even my little sister Abigail selling her lemonade on the street. I feel like i’m someone watching a movie, looking at their lives without them knowing. Even though I’ve never been on a plane before and I hear those horror stories of people crashing, I’m not nervous. I actually feel excitement bubbling up from my stomach. I don’t know what the future holds in Hawaii, or even after, but I do know that I will accept it with open arms. I am ready to leave this town behind, not to forget it. I can accomplish bigger things, but sitting here, staring out the window, I promise myself to never forget where I grew up.