KevinMD September 19, 2024
I was in eighth grade when I boarded a plane alone for a flight from Atlanta to Philadelphia. The airport was a confusing but magical place. This was before the tragedy of 9/11, and by today’s standards, we got out of our cars and almost waltzed to the gate. The only stress I remember feeling was that of flying alone. Luckily, the flight attendants seemed genuinely happy to have me aboard and were willing to watch over me and answer my questions. During the three-hour flight, I even received a meal, not just the peanuts and Coke we get nowadays.
When I arrived in Philly, my Uncle Jim was already waiting for me at the gate. With his always-serious expression,...
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