There have only been two big turning points in my life each involving a plane, one is when I joined the Navy and flew to boot camp and the second is when I was adopted. It was on a hot August day as my family patiently waited for my arrival. Thousands of thoughts were rushing through their heads but I was calm and relaxed like I had everything under control. It was possibly because I was only seven months old at the time and probably have no clue on what was going on. There could have been a slight chance of me being angry because of my ears being popped on the plane but other than that I had no idea on what was going to happen next, literally. As the plan finally arrived my family, including my extended relatives gathered in the terminal. My brother and sister couldn’t wait to meet their new sibling, especially my brother, who most likely only wanted me so he can beat me up, as that is what older brothers normally do. My mother made them wear traditional Korean clothes, I guess so it would be easier for me to assimilate into America. When I finally reached the arms of my mother the first time, she immediately started to cry, possibly because my diaper needed to be changed and I could only imagine how awful the smell was. Finally, once we arrived at my new home, there stood a stork sign that had a baby wrapped up in a blue blanket in his mouth. It was your classic “it’s a boy” sign. The ironic thing was, that I actually did fly to my new home. Thankfully it was not a stork but an actual airplane. Even though the only memory I have of that is an old VHS tape with terrible resolution, I will always hold that day close to my heart. I think it is safe to say that that was the best day of my life.
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