I remember my first flight, Phoenix - Salt Lake City, It was snowing in Salt Lake so those clouds were pure fun. The first minutes were awesome, I was like "OMG this is so great
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look mom!! those highways look so damn tiny!" but... then... some minutes after my happy time, the hell started, turbulence kicked in y0 dawg... I can say I wasn't as scared as the dude that was next to my mom, poor guy was wearing his seatbelt, eyes closed, praying, he looked tense!. My sister was as calm as a rock, just there reading her magazine while I was closing the window's cover and asking my mom how long was our flight
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Once the plane landed and we were inside s.l.c.'s airport, I had a walk and watched the tv weather channel... good stuff, clear weather for my next flight to San Jose Ca.
I will never forget when I told my cousin this "I wont ever fly again, off course I will take the two planes back to Phoenix but... er no!", fear make us say stupid things
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