This is my own world with my imaginary and random thoughts

This's just a little story of a little girl. I was a junior high school student that day. Until now, I still remember every details of those time such a bunch of precious seconds in my life. Scent of airplane, friendly face of flight stewardess, the taste of Wedang Ronde, and many common things for people but the most precious treasure for a little girl like me. I came from a small town that called as Pontianak. My town was really close to Malaysia. We just need to ride by bus a whole night long to reach Kuching, a city in Malaysia. Due to financial matter, my family member never get that chance to visit Malaysia. Then, I had a dream to fly by an airplane -I just want to fly like people's story how great it is-. My dad and mom never get that chance too, they always busy to work to make us, their child, live well. Then, I was working hard on it; submitting some artworks for many competitions I can entry or travel competitions. But, my lucky wasn't on there. I wrote on my diary, "the list of things to do when I can fly by airplane". I imagined what I'll do in new place, what will I buy, even I learned some languange! Just to make it feels so real. Day by day passed, I was still a girl with her big dream. One day, there's a short story writing competition. I took its form from my languange teacher. She smiled to me and said that I must take this chance (by the way, no one interesting on this competition, so, I took it and become school representative). It's my first time to submit my writing as a competition paticipant. And you know, I GOT IT! By many hard selections, I got a ticket to Yogyakarta as a West Borneo (my province) representative! It's a free travelling(I must attend some formal events due to my following competition, of course) All of accomodations and others were provided by government. Then it was my first time to fly by airplane, my first time to see cloud so close like I could touch them, my first time to see foreign tourist and Great Borobudur. I remember my mom ever said, "It's all because of chicken's wing!". I stopped packing and ask, "why?". She said with big smile,"Maybe you don't know this urban legend, anyone who like to eat chicken's wing will fly far away. And you proved it, dear!". We all laughed and yes, fried chicken's wing is my favorite. Of course, that was just a joke. But, for me, writing and chicken's wing has its own similarity: MIRACULOUS! I'm travelling on imagination by writing, my write brings me a free travel ticket.