I like the idea
I have been a traveler all my life and absolutely loved it. Most of that travel was while I was growing up, in high school and college, and then graduate school. Some when I was first married. I have a lot less time to do it now and the urge has abated.
One reason is, I really have never felt safe flying. It is some sort of phobia, as well as the fact that I like to be in control and at 30,000 feet one is pretty much stranded. I remember the exact time it started, too. My mother and I were on our way back from Italy. We were on a 747 and suddenly, I was terrified of being on that plane. I have scoured my brain to figure out what triggered the development of this fear so suddenly and can only think it might have been a delayed…
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