I didn't get a taste of flight until I was 13 years old....
I remember it like it was yesterday.. Then again, it was only 3 years ago. Anyway, my parents bought me a ticket to go to San Diego ( I am from STL ) I was so scared to be flying. I had spent my entire life on the ground, and the thought of loosing contact with the ground, well I developed a new appreciation for being on the ground at that point. My mom had told the ticket agent that it was my first time flying, and he let me on the plane first. My parents escorted me on the plane since I was flying by myself.. I was abut to lose m mind b/c I was so scared, so they wanted to be sure that I wasn't going to "trip" My parents soon left me, and I was there all alone! I watched very intently as people began boarding... Any sign of fear, and I was off the plane! No one seemed nervous at all, in fact, no sooner had the man sat down behind me, before he was snoring away!
When we pushed back from the gate, I realized there was no turning back. We had a line of about 12 or so other Airliners, so we kept stopping and going... My heart was doing the same thing! Finally after about 15 minutes, we turned onto the runway. My heart leapt to my throat as we began our take off. I closed my eyes, praying that I wouldn't have to use that politically correct "for motion discomfort" bag. As I opened my eyes, we became airborne....
My fear and anxiety evaporated, and were replaced wit joy and euphoria. As we climbed high above the city, I realized my passion...With the dip of a wing I was headed for the southwest, and into a love for aviation.
I know that this is much more than you guys probably wanted to know, but I just felt like sharing my joy, and love for aviation. Now, 3 years later, I have been funnelled into a Delta Scholarship program to become a pilot for them in the future.
BTW it was an MD-80