by Byron100 » Tue 29 Jul 2008, 20:31:42
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Heineken', 'I') used to fly a lot when I was younger, but that's all over now (both being young and flying). My last plane trip was to Miami about ten years ago, for a vacation with my newfound love (we're still together).
My first plane trip was at age 8. It was 1963 and we were moving overseas to Vienna, Austria, where we lived for the next five years. We were treated like royalty on that KLM flight. That's what flying was like in those days, and not just in first class.
I enjoyed flying and always got a window seat if possible. I just loved looking out and studying the landscape and the cloud patterns. My nose was almost always glued to the window.
The flight I most enjoyed was on an American Eagle propeller plane flying from NYC to Washington, DC. The plane flew very low the whole way and I had an incredible view as a result. I enjoyed the incredible vibration from the propellers. Propeller planes are more lovable than jets, in my opinion.
My dad's childhood best friend grew up to be the no. 1 pilot for American Airlines. He used to fly my dad around in a small private plane for fun. Toward the end of his career, this pilot flew once or twice a month between Dallas and Tokyo. That's all he had to do by then to earn his enormous salary. After he retired, he drove a motorcycle across Australia.
It's become quite obvious that the days of routine commercial air travel are numbered. This will change and expand our world incredibly.
It's sad in a way, but flying is just another one of the amazing good things we had going for us that are passing into history forever. Human flying is against nature, and nature always reasserts herself.
You sound a lot like me in this post.

I too, have always been fascinated by flying, with me always wanting to get a good window seat and keeping my nose on the glass almost for the whole flight...hehe.
While I didn't get to move to Austria for 5 years at the age of 8 (lucky you!), I did fly commercial at the age of 8...all by myself

. Yep, my parents decided that I was getting to be a Big Boy by then, and decided to fly me over to my grandparent's farm the next state over via plane. To this day, I have such vivid memories of that flight. Both my parents took me to the airport, and they allowed me to pick one of my parents to escort me on the plane before takeoff (this was wayyyyy before TSA..LOL). I chose my dad, and we both got on the plane together, which was a turboprop that held perhaps 60 people or so. Oh boy, was I one excited kid.

I said byes to my dad and they shut the door of the plane, and moments later, they fired up the engines, first one, and then the other, the yellow-tipped propeller blurring into a circle...to me, all this was so utterly fascinating.
And then the takeoff. I can remember the astonishing power of the engines revving to full speed, the amazing push of acceleration in my seat, everything rushing by SO very fast, and then, just like magic, we were airborne. Houses, cars, roads, the green carpet of trees, I could see all that and more, growing smaller by minute. And the clouds! The plane drove right through them...clear air one second, then solid white, and then clear air once more, the clouds down below, not above. And the mountains too! Great mounds of green-felted Earth rising up from the flatlands....such an amazing thing to see.
Then, as we soared above the clouds at 14,000 feet, a friendly Stewardess came by, offering a Coke and a snack...talk about service with a smile.

I only got scared once during that 40-minute flight, when the engines throttled back for the descent to Earth, so far below. Just for a minute, though, and I calmed down as the plane dropped back down through the clouds. And then we were gliding low over the rolling hills of east Tennessee, the landing gear coming out and the plane slowing for landing. And then I was there, just like that. Clouds overhead like they're supposed to be, my feet on the ground as my dear old grandma hugged me tightly, telling me how proud she was to "fly by myself on that mighty plane."
Such as it was, to take an airplane flight, as a child in the halcyon days of the 1970s. What a great time to be a kid, huh? And what a great time to fly, too. Too bad those days are long gone...when flying was actually fun and enjoyable. I may have yet to have taken my last flight, but I'll never enjoy flying as much as I did back when I was 8 years old...
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...
...and the meek shall inherit the Earth!