Airplanes

I always look forward to boarding a plane whenever there was an opportunity to board one when I was a kid. Airports and big magnificent giant flying machines always meant lots of running space, lower tolerance for mischief, and the best part, spending the next few days doing nothing but play.

Well, not anymore. I resent airports now. Although part of the thrill still holds when I am embarking on a vacation, I am on my own now. Those flying machines now meant cramping in a small cabin and risking DVT. The huge running space that I am in before a flight is no longer magical, but now used to contain either a teary faced me departing from a loved one, a very bored me dying from the waiting transit time, or a religious me praying I inherit good seat neighbours, or a aisle seat. The worse part is that I am alone now. I no longer have a big burly dad to carry the heavy bags, nor a loving mommy to buy me snacks. Even those tiny screens at the back of the seats give me a headache.

Ahhh, airports. They do tell a story. The way you perceive them sure do tell a story.

And that is my call to board the plane now.