Disnee Dad says..............................................................I do not like to fly, but I do. I am afraid of heights, because when I am at the top of the Space Needle I can feel it moving. I am afraid of the take off and landing. I am afraid of take off, because 11 years ago we were on a flight out of Sacramento to San Diego, and we are flying down the runway just a few seconds from takeoff, and all of a sudden it's hard brakes and we come to a stop. The pilot says one of our engines isn't working!! All thru this I am fine and we wait for hours and are finally ready to go. When we do takeoff, I'm suddenly white knuckles!! I'm more opaque knuckles now, not quite so bad. The landing problem is not so much landing as it is banking the plane to turn into the landing. In 1978 or 1979 While I was in the Air Force I was stationed at Mather in Sacramento, where I live today. We had some kind of a fire drill or something, because we were all out side. Next we see a large plane, could have been a bomber, or probably a large transport plane take off. We see it take off above the trees and up it goes, and suddenly it starts to bank to the right. In a matter of seconds it just fell to the ground and exploded. Every time our plane banks toward our landing I think of that plane. I hope this next trip will be different. I want to fly! I hope I now have that steely resolve, that I have everywhere else in my mind, to include flying.