Family day at "Airbus"

Short story by R.E.Bruce
Family day at "Airbus"
The anticipation my sister and I felt before we stepped into our monstrous eight-seated vehicle, was a feeling of elation and emotion. So much was ongoing through our heads, because today was "Bring your Child to work day" at the hangar where my dad worked.
We clambered into the seats barely getting our butts down. When it was time to get going, we fastened our seatbelts as quickly and precisely as our parents.
Dad started the engine up; the piercing sound made me quiver. He attentively reversed out of our confined driveway, and we were off.
The journey was long; more than an hour. The whole way there we were overwhelmed with extreme boredom. Sitting was brutal; our joints went stiff, our muscles ached, and our minds dozed off into mental images that were fashioned to keep us occupied.
As we sat there, shifting in our seats every so often; mom could feel our discomfort. She suggested a game of "eye spy" to keep us busy.
"I spy with my little eye..." she began. "Something the colour yellow"
My big sister and I guessed the answer to her remark with all our willful effort. We looked around the highway; the energetic vehicles accelerating at full speed, and the sturdy trees becoming limp after fighting against the blustering winds. They looked as if they might miraculously fall apart or collapse onto the brink of the roof. After trying our utmost, then growing tired and weary, mom provided us the answer.
"Yes, it was the taxi that was yellow" she said.
At the end of an enduring journey and a prolonged game of "I spy" we finally arrived at Airbus.
Dad maneuvered the van into a decent parking spot. He used all of his skill and coordination to park the vehicle in a perfectly rigid way.
As I stepped out of the towering Vehicle, I could feel my leg muscles jerk due to sitting on them for such a long time. Jumping out felt like a vigorous shove. Walking was also quite painful; my circulation had been long cut off, so I was limping.
Head down, eyes fixed on the ground; inspecting every inch of the outstretched pavement. Additionally, I looked up, gazing intently at the flawless hangar. It was intimidatingly large compared to my little body. Even from a substantial distance I felt small.
Mom, dad and my sisters proceeded towards the entrance.
Lost in awestruck and admiration, I spontaneously jerked up, got myself out of the trance, then galloped over to my family. All caught up and everything going smoothly I turned my head around a dozen times eyeing my surroundings like a restless owl. The blinding sights of bright lights, the deafening sounds of high-pitched screams, the pungent smells of appetizing foods and the rejuvenating feel of fresh crisp air gently touching my skin. To me, this was like minor paradise. My family strolled over to the ticket area; I proceeded along with them.
As soon as we were all set with tickets and such, we followed mom and purchased cotton candy. This was my first-time trying cotton candy at 7 years old. It was luscious, sweet, mouth watering, enticing, you name it. Upon finishing it, I realized I had gotten syrup in my hair, and my face was all messed up from the sticky sugar. Mom took us to a washroom and we washed our faces and hands thoroughly. It was such a relief to get all that stickiness away.

The air show was awesome. The airplanes did all kinds of thrilling tricks leaving their smoky trails behind them.
Going home we were sad in complete awe. But on this day the memories were made, ones I'd think will live with us forever