1. Flying back from Spain, 2001. So…I’m in 8th grade, my brother is in 7th. We’re at the Madrid Airport getting ready to fly back to the US. But the flight starts boarding and my mom still hasn’t returned from her trip to the duty-free store. So my brother and I got a little antsy.
Now my dad and I had been talking to the guys in front of us in line and they were a bunch of NBA Europe pro’s flying home to see their families. My dad tells my brother and I to get on the plane, NO MATTER WHAT. So one of the hoops guys says that they’ll make sure that we get on the plane. So…surrogate plane daddies are NBA players. Saweet. But then my parents did return in the nick of time. And on the plane we got all of their autographs….which are sadly MIA. I will always wonder until if any of them made it to the NBA. That is if I don’t find them.
2. Flying to California by myself my senior year of hs. It was just really cool b/c it was my first time flying alone that I hadn’t been an “unattended minor” (which I did with my friends and we could attend to ourselves at 14) and therefore didn’t have to be escorted by an airport person. I met a couple of really cool people that I sat next to, and on the red-eye home I got the flight all to myself. =)
3. This is a combo one. So I flew from England to JFK. I was with a whole bunch of new friends I had made and had had lots of fun with. I eventually get home around 1 am. At four my mom and I left for the airport and flew out to Calgary, Alberta. I love flying, so it was about 16 hours of ecstasy. =)
1. Worst: We were flying somewhere or other. I got airsick and threw up on myself. My mom had to throw out my pants and shirt and I had to walk around the airport in Colorado Rockies boxers and my mom’s baggy sweatshirt. Embarassing. And I was ten. And I probably saw a cute girl at some point. I couldn’t put on pants until we got our bags back at our final destination.
