First Flight

Hans was 8 years, 2 months and 8 days old when he boarded the airplane to Vancouver en route to Disneyland California. His first flight ever and he was super excited and scared ("You know how it is!” he casually remarked.)!

Then he went onto say the following:

How does one go to toilet on a plane? Does the seat flip? Maybe that's not good as everyone can see you! It is not bad if you can have metal barriers pop up when the seat flips so other people can't see you.

Of course! He soon discovered the on flight lavatories. ‎All the grandiose visions he had were shattered quite quickly. His ears hurt and he didn't like that very much. The food had to be bought and it wasn't even mediocre. I felt bad for him!

I remembered my first flight. It was under very unfortunate circumstances. My paternal grandfather passed away in 1988. I wasn't quite 14 yet. We were in a different city and we had to get there as soon as we could for the final rites. My Dad took off immediately. My Mom and I were on the next available flight. ‎My brother, who was just 12, ended up on a flight all by himself. Even in such a terrible time, it was quite exciting. I actually saw 2 movie stars and got an autograph from one of them. This one actually sat right across from me in the waiting area! The flight was only 55 minutes, but we got served one of the best meals ever. My first flight was unforgettable for all the right reasons.
 

Hans' first flight was almost forgettable except for what happened outside of that flight. As soon we took off‎ and all through the flight, all he had to do was look outside of his window to see fluffy clouds and tops of mountains and tiniest of houses and curvaceous water bodies...those he will remember forever and that's all that matters!