• Carrie


Updated: Dec 29, 2019

My first memory of being on a plane involves being carried, kicking and screaming, onto the aircraft. I was around 4 or 5 years old and that was the first time I'd be on an airplane. I had no reason to be scared but from that moment on, I was terrified of flying.

I flew a few more times, extremely sporadically throughout my childhood and a couple times in early adulthood. Once I had kids, I didn't think I'd ever take them anywhere because if I couldn't control myself on a plane, how could I control kids? The farthest I traveled was from Pennsylvania to Nevada and it involved Valium and alcohol. I had always dreamed of seeing the world but thought it would never happen because there was no way I'd spend more than 5 hours on a plane.

After I got married, my husband and I started traveling fairly regularly to the Caribbean. I decided I needed to take steps to get over my fear so I started buying books.

This is the book that ultimately got me over my fear of flying. I've read this book, cover to cover, several times. It actually made me fascinated

with airplanes and flying - to the point where I considered getting my

pilots license!

After I read this book, I made the decision to expand my travels and my passion for seeing the world grew. I knew I wasn't going to be happy exploring the Caribbean forever so I decided the true test was flying to Hawaii. I spent my time on the plane calming a nervous flyer with facts that this book taught me!

The ultimate test of proving I was over my fear, however, happened by accident. I saw a local flight school offering flights around a local festival. My whole life I vowed to never fly in a tiny prop plane! Without even thinking about it, I called the booked a 30 minute flight. If I could go up in a tiny plane, without a co-pilot, and do it completely drug-free, I could do anything!


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