Fortunately, and unfortunately, this is an era when air travel is normal, nearly humdrum. Squeezed like a sardine, I jet across the globe. When flying was less normal, the flight was part of the vacation; the journey was part of the excursion. People marveled when they sat in metal as it expanded and contracted at altitudes higher than Everest.
At first, It caused me to marvel.
I was 15 when I took my first flight. It was a long excursion – three flights each way to Alaska and back. I had time to enjoy the organized chaos of airports, the intensity of landing on a runway, the apple-cranberry juice, the amazing views. I was wooed.
But with over 400 hours of my life acquired by airports and planes, the journey has dulled.
Bronson’s already flown roundtrip across country twice. The first time, at two months, he slept nearly the whole way. This time, at ten months, he was endlessly intrigued.
Here’s some of what I learned from him:
- The signs at airports aren’t just informative (or uninformative). They’re dazzling, like Christmas lights.
- When you find yourself excited, let out a shriek of joy. Don’t worry about what others will think.
- Smile at everyone. If no one else will, children will smile back.
- If you want something, just ask. You may end up with better, additional seats, especially if you’re a charming blue-eyed, blond haired little boy with a killer smile.
- People’s jobs are intriguing. Anyone who wears an orange vest is especially interesting.
- Seat trays make awesome drums.
- Peaking through the seats at people is an excellent pastime, even if they aren’t as amused.
- Airport bathrooms aren’t just gross; they’re filled with interesting things like hand dryers, paper towels, bright lights, booming, unclear voices, and old women who gabble at you.
- When all else fails, eat Cherrios.