Once we even missed our flight. There we were at the airport, my parents, me and my baby brother, bounding down the hallways, as the loudspeaker’s announcing "last call for flight... to ...".
We arrived at the gate, huffing and puffing, with our plane in full sight, but they were pulling in the ladder. Our pleas were to no avail. We had to wait for the next flight out. Yet still not enough to get us to reform our ways.