The worst journey I ever had was when I flew to New York last year. I arrived at the t in plenty of time, but when I got to the c desk, there was an enormous queue. By the time it was my turn, there were no window s left, so I had to sit in the middle of a row. The man at p (two words) didn't seem to like the photo in my passport. But in the end he let me through, but my scissors were confiscated during the security check. My f was called as soon as I arrived at the departure lounge, and I had to run to reach the gate in time. I sat next to a small child who screamed loudly when we t and didn't stop creaming for the next two hours. The weather in New York was terrible when we arrived and I've never experienced such a scary l . I was so relieved when we finally touched the ground. The worst thing was that when we went to baggage reclaim to p my luggage, I was told that my suitcase had been left behind. I spent my first two weeks in New York with no clothes.