Do You Have a Fear of Flying?

I recall my first flight. I was four years old and had my big brother seated next to me. Like most things in life, he took it all in his stride and I tried to mimic his self-assured calm. It didn’t work. I vacillated between over-excited climbing on everything, to tear-baby bawling for attention. It was too cramped in the plane, I didn’t like being strapped in, the noises scared me, and my ears hurt. I spent most of the flight watching the faces of the stewardesses and wondering if they were scared whenever we hit bumps in the sky.