I hope this story gives you a bit of a giggle.
I live in DE and we fly out of BWI.
I fly about twice a year. I love it, with the exception of take-off. I also have claustrophobia, so I prefer the window seat; something about the extra 3 inches of space on the window sill.
I traveled this past year with a group, including a 5 year old who is somewhat adventurous at first, but gets scared at the last minute. She was so excited, because Mommy said, "The last time I was on an airplane, I was in her belly."
Well, I just wanted to close my eyes until we got in the air. Skylar was seated between her mom and I, with little brother on Mom's lap. She suddenly grabbed my arm, and declared, "Miss D, I am soooooooo scared." Mom was busy, so I had to take over; ugh, I have no kids. Mom jumped in, declared we are going to go really, really, really, really fast and then we will be in the air. Think two gymnastic lessons, and we will be in Florida." Geez, why couldn't I think of that.
She held my arm so tightly, and finally opened her eyes, and said, "Mommy, I can see Texas where I was born." We looked at her and thought, hey whatever works. Yep, on the right side of the plane is clearly not Baltimore, but Texas.
Fast forward, we land, and walk over to the tram to go over to ME. She screams, and says no, no, no.
I don't want to go underwater!
Huh?????? I finally picked her up and held her the entire way , so she wouldn't go underwater.........