Let It Bleed, week 8: Fly

RandomnessInked hosts this challenge.  Saumya gives a prompt of a word, phrase or picture and we take it from there with our interpretation…or wherever our brain manages to float off to…………

Week 8: Fly

I fell in love with flight as a small child. Daddy would take us on a Sunday afternoon to National airport in Washington, DC to watch the planes take off and land.  Mother would pack a picnic lunch, we would all climb into the car and off we would go.

There was a park just north of the airport where we’d park the car, unload a blanket or quilt and the picnic basket, and lie down to watch the planes go overhead.  I think the park was at the end of the runway as the planes would fly straight towards us…we could see the landing gear going up or down depending upon which way the planes were flying.

I used to lie there, in the grass, dreaming about going on a plane to some exotic land.

When I was 13, I got to take an air trip for the first time.  I flew to Mexico City to stay with my godparents for the summer. We arrived at Dulles International at 7:30 in the morning for an 8:30 flight.  I remember being so excited about walking down the concourse by myself, and getting on the plane.  The steward found my seat for me and placed my suitcase in an overhead bin.  I had a window seat next to the wing and was fascinated by the movement of the wing’s flaps.

When the plane took off a steward gave me a piece of Juicy Fruit gum to chew…he said “this way your ears won’t pop when we take off”.  The flight was amazing and I honestly didn’t want to land.

We had a stop-over in New Orleans with a two hour wait.  The plane I was on was going all the way to Mexico City so i wasn’t allowed to get off.

I spent the time talking to the co-pilot who gave me a tour of the cockpit.  I was allowed to sit in his seat and pretend I was flying the plane. When we arrived in Mexico City, I was the last person off the plane and the pilot walked me out to meet my Godparents. He even gave me a wings pin to remember the flight!

I feel sorry for kids that fly now. Ever since people started hijacking planes, or using them to blow up buildings, kids are no longer allowed to see the cockpits or talk to the pilots. At least, they have no idea of how amazing it is to spend time with the pilots and so won’t really miss the experience.

I’ve flown many times since that first flight, but none have ever meant as much to me as the first.




4 thoughts on “Let It Bleed, week 8: Fly

  1. I used to fly a lot as a kid too. Divorced parents, different states, yada yada. I remember going into the cockpit too. And getting the pin like lutte pilot wings. Lot different now.

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  2. How exciting! That was a great way to introduce you to flying. My first flight was from Boston to Denver on my honeymoon.

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  3. Saumya Agrawal March 5, 2018 — 4:59 am

    What an experience! Thanks for sharing 😇 I’ve not been on plane yet. The only time I’ve been in air is when I did paragliding. That too twice, once during school and once during my graduation.

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