My First Airplane Ride

 An e-mail from Thomas MacEntee prompted me to think on my first airplane ride.  The first airplane ride that I remember was when I flew with my mother from Vancouver to Ontario to live when I was 4 years old.  I was handed a book to read, a little Golden Reader, and fell asleep.  When I woke up in Ontario, I had no idea how far we had travelled.  Some weeks later, I was out in a car with my mother and grandmother and insisted they pull over so I could get out.  I got out of the car, looked all around and started crying inconsolably.  I thought the Rocky Mountains, that I had seen in the background my whole life had somehow disappeared on me!  

I know I was on planes before then, as I have pictures of me at Christmas at my grandparents house with my mother when I was barely 2 years old.  

Also, my mother used to tell me that she would fly with me "all the time" to the Calgary Stampede when I was a baby.  This makes me wonder who my mom knew in Calgary!

I've flown on planes a few times since then, once to Disneyland in 2006 and back of course to Vancouver airport.  I also used to fly to visit my mother with my children from BC to Ontario.