I was only seven at the time, and had no understanding of how airplanes worked technically. Nor did I care. That’s the beauty of being a child. You don’t always need to question everything. The sun comes up every day. Clouds don’t fall down from the sky. Airplanes fly. Everything just is. And that’s good enough.
|My first plane ride took us to Greece, which was another fascinating experience.|
I'm on the left, my aunt is next to me, my mom is in the middle and my brothers are on the right.
I’ve taken quite a few airplane rides since then, some of them more enjoyable than others. And although I started to question their functionality as I got older, each subsequent plane ride was just as fascinating as my first one. I still want to reach out the window and touch the clouds. Flying is truly one of the greatest inventions of all time.
Have you ever flown in an airplane? When was your first time?