I didn't always use to hate it. In fact I was rather young when I flew for the first time. I think I was the first person in my immediate family to ever fly. I flew from Hamburg where I was visiting my grandparents to Frankfurt, a mere 45 minute flight. I think I was 7 or 8. I kept that plane ticket for years. I was the darling of the flight, flying all by myself. Back then you got great goodie bags. And of course everyone gave me their treats, chocolates etc. Yep, I left it on the plane and I was mad at myself for years! I flew again at 17- once again by myself- this time to New York. At one point I considered being a flight attendant because I loved how the plane would get me where I wanted to go in a hurry. But alas, about 12 years ago I was on a rather turbulent flight. I was a mess. It was a real roller coaster ride. People were hollering as if on a ride at Magic Mountain. Now, I wasn't the only one alarmed, however, I was the only one that was taken to talk to the pilot- who was on a coffee break while all of this was going on. If he wasn't concerned then neither should I have been. Well, unfortunately I am still concerned. Imagine your worst fear and try living it for 14-16 hours. However, there is only one way to get to Europe and it ain't driving....oh I know I could take a ship...but that would be 10 days worth o
f horror, 15 hours is much less. Will my anxieties ever go away, I doubt it. However, I will not let my anxieties get the better of me. I am proud each time I get of a plane (after I kiss the ground), because I once again know that I have done it! I may not have conquered my fears but I once again won't let them stop me from living my life!
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