It must be said that I very much dislike flying. I have a moderate case of agoraphobia, pretty severe motion sickness, and a highly active imagination. As we taxied up the runway, I stared morbidly out the window at the swiftly tilting plant, contemplating hijackings and mechanical failures. Maintenance errors and freak accidents I had studied in my transportation class dredged themselves out of their summer exile for this special occasion. I stolidly waited for a sudden chill and shaken heart to grip me as we lifted off. So imagine my surprise when our plane lifted from the ground, the earth quickly receded away, and I felt... not a thing. I looked curiously at the ground with no manic terror at all. Some things do change, I guess.
Labels: Fred
7/07/2008 01:18:00 PM