Maybe it’s just me, but my first experience of flying was…sheer bliss. I felt like a little kid, but I didn’t care. My sister was freaking out because she hates heights and my dad was reasoning with her. The irony of it was so strange. I just had to laugh at it all…

It was the split moment of magic that really was the spark: the takeoff. I think it had to do with the fact that there was a whole lot of…nothing-ness under neath me. But perhaps it’s not nothing at all?

It was overwhelmingly breathtaking (to say the least) to see all those big houses and roads that I call home start shrink to diminutive and insignificant specks of color. I’m floating through the clouds and hovering above the atmosphere thinking…what? How is this ‘normal’ and ‘everyday’ for some people? It was more like a miracle to me. 8-)

This made me think…do the people down there know? Do they know how flipping cool this is?? Haha…I figure that I’m probably one of the few who actually feel this way…but just in case, I now always wave to air vehicles as I see them passing over my head, just in case someone up there wants a ‘hello’. 8-)

The whole entire time I was pressed up against the window, trying to grasp the fact that that little tiny moving black speck was the plane’s shadow. It’s unfathomable to realize the correct correlations between the sizes. But again, maybe that’s just me…

So, most of you probably don’t see this the same way. But next time you’re on a plane, try to experience it through a child’s eyes. We take way too much for granted. It’s the tiny humdrum ‘unimportant’ things that make life worth living.

And thanks for reading, whoever you may be. 8-] I hope this has made you happy, laugh, or at least smile in some way or form.