It’s not like I’m afraid to fly. Cuz I’m not.
Sure, it would be a little unnerving the first time, but as long as the plane doesn’t crash, blow up, or unexplainably disappear, it would be an awesome experience!! And I am willing to take that chance…
So, I suppose the question is, why?? Why have I yet to soar through the air in a metal tube with wings?? Well, for several reasons:
1. My dad is afraid to fly. So, whenever we’ve gone on vacations, we always drive. There was also that one time when we took the train to Florida and New York… I was introduced to Dramamine and we’ve been buddy-buddy ever since!!
2. We’ve never had a destination overseas. But if we had, we would have most likely taken a boat.
3. And, now-a-days you hear about all the trouble people go through at the airport, and the restrictions for what you can bring, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s more trouble than it’s worth…
However. I won’t always be traveling with my parents. I WILL go overseas someday. And call this a naive dream if you want, but I’d like to think that someday people won’t have to be so suspicious of each other.
So. Somewhere out there is a plane ticket with my name on it. I just need to wait for better circumstances to claim it.
