Ella
Boarding the plane should have filled me with a sense of accomplishment and relaxation from knowing that we had made it and only needed to lay back now that we were on our way, but it didn’t.
I had never been an easy flyer. Ever since I was a kid, airplanes—and the thought of those airplanes crashing to the ground from thousands of feet up in the air—had freaked me out more than anything else. I never had any issues when it came to climbing trees, scraping up my body, training, or the dark, but airplanes? That was a whole different beast in and of itself.
My parents often had to bribe me with treats and promises that everything would be okay in order for me to get on an airplane, and despite the fact that we flew at least once a year in comfortable first-class seating, I
