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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Two Hundred and Fifty Second Question

When was the first time you were ever in an airplane?
Where were you going?
How old were you?

22 Comments:

  • At 9:56 AM, Blogger Fletch said…

    Can't remember... Must of been young with the folks... :o/

    But hey, Flying out to Andalusia on Saturday, for an little break :o)

    Yippee :o)))

    Ciao Ciao

     
  • At 10:03 AM, Blogger iamnot said…

    January 1980.
    I was 18 years old and headed off to Navy boot camp.

     
  • At 10:43 AM, Blogger Melissa said…

    I've never been on a plane!! :(

    I'm hoping the first time i do will be going somewhere exotic and exciting!!

    Nice pic by the way!

     
  • At 11:12 AM, Blogger Elizabeth Taylor said…

    I think I was in the 3rd grade. Not sure what age that is. Going to Washington to visit family.

     
  • At 11:27 AM, Blogger bjk said…

    September last year.....not yet 50!! heading to LA to visit my daughter....

    WOW what a city!

     
  • At 11:57 AM, Blogger Pixie said…

    I was 11 and I flew to Austin to see my sister. I hated every second of it.

     
  • At 12:04 PM, Blogger greeny said…

    1995...31 years old. We flew to New Oleans for Blues Festival. I love to fly.
    Best trip on a plane was party-oriented Alligient Air to Vegas last year...

     
  • At 12:30 PM, Blogger House of Suz said…

    I was 10, flight from Reading PA to Shreveport LA. We were moving.

     
  • At 12:42 PM, Blogger puhpaul said…

    1982 in March.
    I was in grade 12 and flew up to Edmonton Alberta to scope out the university.

     
  • At 12:49 PM, Blogger Pittchick said…

    I think I was about 12, and I flew to Pheonix by myself to visit my God-Mother.

     
  • At 1:23 PM, Blogger "Angeldust" said…

    I must have been around 9 - 10, one stormy night over the River Plate, between Buenos Aires, Argentina and Montevideo, Uruguay.

    Before that, we used to travel by ship - overnight - sleeping in cabins...(as in cruse ships now days).
    Or, by ferry at the narrower part of the river.

     
  • At 1:32 PM, Blogger SongBird said…

    I was seventeen flying from Dallas to Los Angeles. The trip to LA to visit a favorite aunt for two weeks was a high school graduation gift from my parents.

     
  • At 2:04 PM, Blogger Mind Sprite said…

    I was 7 or 8 and my mom and I went to a surprise visit to San Francisco. The next year I flew by myself from LA to Seattle to meet my grandparents for an RV trip down the west coast.

    Next month, I will be flying for business for the first time and I'm a little excited. And a little nervous, since it's one of those tiny puddle jumper planes!

     
  • At 2:10 PM, Blogger Kristi said…

    Hmm, that's a really good question. I was probably around seven and we went to Atlanta to see my aunt's baby.

     
  • At 2:14 PM, Blogger nancy =) said…

    it was in 1983 or 84, i was 21 or 22...flew from newark, nj to upstate ny to visit my brand new boyfriend's best friend...it was only like a 1/2 flight...good groundbreaker, tho...

    peace...

     
  • At 4:56 PM, Blogger danielle said…

    i think i went to chicago to visit my grandparents. i had to be less than a year...

     
  • At 6:57 PM, Blogger Anne-Marie said…

    I was 9. My mum took me, my sister, and my brother to the UK, and then to Europe (France, Germany, Belgium) and then to Mauritius just off the coast of Africa. I think we took 6 airplanes in total that summer. And I remember it was the discount British carrier Laker that we took from London to Mauritius.

    I used to throw up on every second ride for some strange reason.

    -AM

     
  • At 7:32 PM, Blogger Mr. Incredulous said…

    Winter of 1995. I was going on a business trip from Philadelphia to Pensacola via Houston. First, the plane was delayed from PHL for 45 minutes due to fog, so when I arrived at Houston, I had 5 minutes to run to the opposite end of the terminal to make my connection. Then my luggage was lost. On the way to Pensacola, I had to deal with about 50 drunk collegians on their way home for the holidays. On the return trip, the guy next to me had typhoid or ebola or something, so I ended up getting horribly sick a few days later. When we got back to PHL, strong crosswinds made landing difficult. I was on a 737 and it felt like I was on a single-engine puddle jumper.
    Every time I've flown since, I always get some mortally ill person in the seat right next to me. I hate flying.

     
  • At 8:01 PM, Blogger Heidi said…

    I think itwas 12 or 13 flying to Vancouver. Soooo afraid I was going to be " sucked" into the toilet I didn't want to pee for 5 and 1/2 hrs..lol

     
  • At 2:22 PM, Blogger Lisa said…

    I was 5, going to St. Louis to visit my grandparents.

     
  • At 12:02 AM, Anonymous nettie said…

    I think I was like, four going to my godparents' in California.

     
  • At 6:22 AM, Blogger Coal Miner's Daughter said…

    I was little little and I promise I screamed the WHOLE way. But it must not have been that bad because its one of my favorite things to do now. I love people watching in airports and jumping out of planes isnt that bad either. -Jn

     

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