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.
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