The cold snapped at my calves, which were covered only in panty hose and exposed beneath the hem of my coat. The wind gushed and ushered me into the airport terminal entrance and my parents, who were both damning the weather under their breaths, were right behind me. I had never seen a moving walkway before, but I was about to step onto it. I had never been on a plane before, but I was about to step onto one of those, too. I had received a ride home to Ohio for Christmas with a friend, but the holidays had blurred into the horizon behind me, as they do, and the solo trip back to New York was before me.
My father, who at that point hadn't been on a flight since his honeymoon, tried to comfort me as I hugged him goodbye.
"Everyone does it. It's easy. Just read the signs," he told me.Continue reading First Flight: How Travel Helped Me Grow UpFirst Flight: How Travel Helped Me Grow Up originally appeared on Gadling on Thu, 09 Aug 2012 12:00:00 EST. Please see our terms for use of feeds.Permalink | Email this | Comments
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