But the way I see it, every single bump, or change in engine speed is something to fret about. And what’s with the beeping sound? I relax a bit when the seat light belt goes off, but grow tense when it goes back on. Time nearly comes to a stop when I’m on a plane. I can’t imagine being on a 15 hour flight—seems unreal to me.
A part of my phobia has to do with a lack of knowledge about air travel. How, I wonder, could it be that being up at a height of 36,000 feet, in an aluminum cylinder, is safe. And how is it that planes are able to stay up in the air? It doesn’t seem humanly possible. Round and round my mind goes.
I feel victorious when finally, as they always do, the plane lands, for once again, I’ve cheated death.
I’m okay with all this, which is until the next time when I have to fly.
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