Why Should People Travel
Why should people travel?
This is the story of a woman, who travelled the world to find that the best place is home. However, the journeys took her across continents over oceans. This story began when a little girl was sitting on her porch watching the pedestrians fleeting by. When suddenly a huge noise jolted her out of her day dreaming, and all she saw was a metal bird flying overheard. The noise made her shudder and she ran into the house screaming for her Dad. Running into his arms, with no words to express she stood holding on to his legs, While her dad was trying to question her about her irrational fear. With sputtering words, she explained how a huge metal bird had flown over the house and the noise thundered the foundations of the house. Her dad let out a loud laughter noticing the innocence of his daughter. But it was actually just one of the airplanes from the nearby Air Force base conducting its drill. So he lifted her up in her arms, took her to the porch and pointed out to the airplane in the distance as it faded into the blue sky leaving a trail of white clouds. That was my first experience that initiated my need to fly and watch the world from up above. As I grew older, the need to have a closer look at the world imbibed in me a curiosity to travel.
The world is a beautiful place, when looking at it with an unbiased view because one gets to see it in a pure way. One that has not been tainted with blood, pain and violent that once seen cannot be unseen. Here is what we have known over the ages, the world is made up of seven continents divided by oceans. Every continent has its own set of cultures, traditions, nature, people and countries. Over the course of this essay, I am going to explain my perspective on world travel, while mentioning the beauty of countries that I had the opportunity to tread on.
My first experience of travelling was when I was 9 years old. I went on a trip with my parents to Malaysia. A country known for its tropical
This is the story of a woman, who travelled the world to find that the best place is home. However, the journeys took her across continents over oceans. This story began when a little girl was sitting on her porch watching the pedestrians fleeting by. When suddenly a huge noise jolted her out of her day dreaming, and all she saw was a metal bird flying overheard. The noise made her shudder and she ran into the house screaming for her Dad. Running into his arms, with no words to express she stood holding on to his legs, While her dad was trying to question her about her irrational fear. With sputtering words, she explained how a huge metal bird had flown over the house and the noise thundered the foundations of the house. Her dad let out a loud laughter noticing the innocence of his daughter. But it was actually just one of the airplanes from the nearby Air Force base conducting its drill. So he lifted her up in her arms, took her to the porch and pointed out to the airplane in the distance as it faded into the blue sky leaving a trail of white clouds. That was my first experience that initiated my need to fly and watch the world from up above. As I grew older, the need to have a closer look at the world imbibed in me a curiosity to travel.
The world is a beautiful place, when looking at it with an unbiased view because one gets to see it in a pure way. One that has not been tainted with blood, pain and violent that once seen cannot be unseen. Here is what we have known over the ages, the world is made up of seven continents divided by oceans. Every continent has its own set of cultures, traditions, nature, people and countries. Over the course of this essay, I am going to explain my perspective on world travel, while mentioning the beauty of countries that I had the opportunity to tread on.
My first experience of travelling was when I was 9 years old. I went on a trip with my parents to Malaysia. A country known for its tropical