I have an uncontrollable fear of flying. I know all the safety statistics and I regard myself to be an intelligent woman, but just the mention of air travel, makes me want to run screaming down the tarmac. This is a shot of me taken on the first leg of our journey. I will also mention I am slightly drugged ( legally from my own physician) but none the less/calmed down. I am at least remaining in my seat. Our flights were relatively short, approximately three hours between switches and so at least it was bearable by my standards. We tried to break the tension by bringing along our own vintage chick for entertainment. She does not fear flying.
In fact she enjoyed it immensely and even took advantage of her window seat. I don't usually wear a hat on the plane but I found that this time it was not only good for covering my head like a little girl but it also cloaked my hysteria from the other passengers. They just thought I was sleeping. When in fact it took away the risk of someone accidentally looking into my eyes and seeing a crazed person staring back. I will in the future consider it not only a fashion statement but a safety standard as well. I will have to say that I survived the flights and it was well worth the few hours of medication to get to my dream spot. As for the vintage chick....she enjoyed it immensely and even met a kissing cousin from her family tree.
This particular flight had twenty children under the age of six on it. I'm not exaggerating, we counted as they boarded. Luckily they were all pretty well behaved and there was no excess screaming or crying if you don't count my inner voice. The little girl in front of us was kind enough to let us take this picture of her bird. Her older sister said, "Wow, she must like you. If anyone touches her bird she loses it." Little did she know that I was the one in danger of "losing it."
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