My story goes back "to the good old day" ("50").
I was in 3rd grade and was flying to Florida and I had to take my doll. Which was okay, except the doll was a rag doll, and she was as tall as me, with hair my color, she took up a seat on the plane. While I was sleeping the air line hostess took my doll up to cockpit and threw it in the captain's lap. I guess it pretty
much scared him, but they all had a good laugh. Like I said good old days, couldn't do that now
I was in 3rd grade and was flying to Florida and I had to take my doll. Which was okay, except the doll was a rag doll, and she was as tall as me, with hair my color, she took up a seat on the plane. While I was sleeping the air line hostess took my doll up to cockpit and threw it in the captain's lap. I guess it pretty
much scared him, but they all had a good laugh. Like I said good old days, couldn't do that now
