The first time I took to the "friendly" skies was with my Dad. He was traveling and took me along. After take off, I saw how high we were getting. I am scared of heights so you can imagine what was going through my mind.
Thankfully Dad didn't look panicked and that's the only thing that stopped me from having a total freak out in the air.
It only took a few more flights for me to get over the fear of flying and since I do it all the time now, I'm used to it. But it's that first flight that I'll always remember.
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