Well, my first plane trip was to USA from India. I was coming to USA to join my hubby. It was quite an experience, I had to balance my large suitcases, put them on the conveyor belt after weighing them at the domestic airport, then I boarded the international flight which was 22 hours duration, the plane refueled twice.I hated the food smell, it was nauseating, somehow the trip was over and I landed at Chicago airport, I was so nervous, the airport was like a mini city. I was almost in tears but kept up a brave front;)) It was mid-December, belonging to a tropical country I was barely able to withstand the cold. My hubby was working in Waukesha in a project. I had to come to the open ground and board a mini flight to Milwaukee, it was terrible I thought I will die....the bitter cold was too much....the flight ended....my hubby was there to receive me with his new flashy car....all my fears and unhappiness evaporated,I ran into his arms;))
I hate flying, have always hated flying. There's something just unnatural about sitting in a flying sardine tin hurtling through the skies. At one point I was making the trip from the US to UK about every six weeks and I was an absolute wreck. One of my friends is a flight attendant and thought if she showed me around the cockpit beforehand it might help, I think I even made the pilot nervous by the time I wobbled off to my seat. Hell's teeth there were dials and lever things all over the place even on the ceiling nobody could possibly keep track of all those things.
Veena.K 