I have to take you on a little journey first...
I have to tell you of my first time getting on an airplane - it is relevant to this trip since I am flying to Disney for the first time. It's a stretch, but just call me a rubber

. Or don't. It's up to you. Here it is anyway.
Envision Dream Sequence
My sister, Farrah, had planned a theater trip for her, our aunt, Gail, and me to New York to see Caroline, Or Change, A Raisin in the Sun, and Wicked. It would be my first time getting on a plane and my second time in New York (my school took us there for one day during a trip to Washington D.C. when I was in 8th grade - we rode a bus to D.C.) Anyway, I wasn't particularly nervous - which my sister did mention several times - on the outside. What she didn't know was, in the inside I was about to burst out of my skin. When we got to the airport we sat in the waiting area and I immediately pulled out my rosary and began to pray, then I rubbed my St. Michael's prayer card until they called for our flight. I walked on like a normal human being. I was really shocked that the pilots were in the same line with us as we boarded. Shouldn't these people get some type of special treatment? I wanted to offer to hold their bags or something
. I mean, they held my life in their hands for at least the next three hours. It wouldn't do to have them going postal on me - no offense intended, and if you did take offense, please don't go postal on me.
I was also shocked at how "close" we were to the outside of the plane. Call me naïve, but, up to that point, the closest I'd ever been to even the outside of an actual plan was dropping my sister off at baggage check. Now, I'm about to board one and I can actually touch the outside of the plane as I'm getting on. The OUTSIDE!!!!! The part that clouds would actually be rubbing against - it seemed unnatural. I also thought the pilots would be a little further away from where we sat. Naïve Nelly here again, I'd only seen the inside of planes on television and they never show where the pilots are so I didn't realize that you could actually trip getting on the plane and fall into their lap.
However, all of those things did not do me in. I stepped on board, my sister in front of me and my aunt behind me. I remember thinking "Oh, this is going to be okay. This looks just like a bus." I may have even said that very thing out loud. But as I walked a few more steps down the aisle, I remember saying, in a screeching voice, nonetheless, for all the world to hear "WAIT, THEY EXPECT THIS BUS TO FLY!" Then I experienced the first panic attack of my adult life. I started hyperventilating and repeating over and over "I can't do this, I can't do this." It was sheer, undiluted PANIC! Even as I write this, I'm experiencing shortness of breath just from the memory. The only people I noticed at that point were my sister and my aunt. If anyone else noticed my distress I didn't know it and I didn't care. I just knew I had to get off of that flying contraption. Farrah pulled me and Gail pushed me and we ended up in the little alcove where the flight attendants sit when there's turbulence and I began to laugh hysterically, uncontrollably. Tears rolling down my eyes laughter. I just looked at them and laughed and they laughed at me - not with me, mind you - at me (they are family, after all). After a few minutes, after a flight attendant came by to find out if there was anything she could do, after small children tapped their parents on the shoulder and pointed at me, my sister and aunt were finally able to sit me down. Of course they put me in the middle. I definitely couldn't be next to the window and if I had an aisle seat, I think they feared I would try to make a run for it - which, of course, I would have. Tried to run for it. Not that I would have succeeded.
I'd packed in anticipation of being in an enclosed space for hours - claustrophobics have to think ahead. So in my carry on, I had a portable DVD player, a portable CD player, some fill-it-in puzzle books, two magazines, and about five romance novels. Yes, it was only a 3 hour flight - but I had to fly back as well. Well, I settled into my seat, as much as I could, being deathly afraid and all, made sure my seatbelt was securely fastened and paid close attention as the flight attendants began their show. They were in perfect time with the pilot as they pointed out the exits and showed you how to secure your life preserver and your oxygen mask in the unlikely event that we should lose cabin pressure. If you are traveling with a small child, secure your oxygen mask first, then help the child with theirs. "Duh!"
Needless to say, but I giggled through the whole presentation.
A few minutes later we taxied down the runway and our big magical school bus made its ascent and we were airborne. I couldn't use any of my electronic devices yet so I pulled out a puzzle book. I'm filling-them-in and trying not to notice my surroundings, but as you know, when you're trying not to notice something, that's when you notice it
. There it was, on a small placard adhered to the seat in front of me
.
"In case of an emergency, your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device"
I fainted.
Next time, I promise, we make it to Orlando. But did I suffer the same fate as before? We'll see....