“Make sure you do not drop your ticket Max,” my mom warns me. “Caley has it,” I reply as the ship blows its whistle again.
My family and I are travelling to America for a new beginning. I may only be a meager redheaded eight year old, but I know we are moving because my dad's business has been doing poorly. …show more content…
We will be brought to the luxury ship by two small boats called tenders with the names PS Ireland and PS America. We are told that the lower class will get on first so we wait till second class is called. Finally, after what seems ages, second class is allowed on. A crew member glances at my older sisters ticket and my ticket. When he hands them back to her, my family and I pick up our bags and start slowly walking towards the tender. I look back on shore for to see the last glimpse of Queenstown I will probably ever see. I am excited for what comes ahead of us but I will most definitely miss