My first flight took place when I was about 25 years old. I flew on the old British European Airways (BEA) from Southampton UK, to Jersey in the Channel Islands.
It was on a propeller plane (probably an old Dakota). The flight was for somewhere between 45 and 60 minutes.
I tried to be very cool, and carried my boarding pass in my shirt pocket, as did all the frequent flyers in those days.
Cool though I tried to be, I was so thrilled!
Now, flying is a bore. It’s so tiresome and uncomfortable. ( I recently took 6 flights in 13 days).
Nonetheless I plan to fly to England in May to visit with my family, and to celebrate my 65th
I cannot swim well, and ocean voyages are too expensive. So there is no other way to get to England, and home again.
But I am wistful for those days when flying was an adventure.