Trying something new can be a scary experience. One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was flying on an airplane. I was always afraid of heights and didn't like experiencing motion sickness. But I decided that I couldn't let that stop me anymore, besides I wanted to travel the world one day. I also thought it would be a lot quicker to fly than drive or catch the bus to a far away location. What I didn't realize was that flying would open the door for me to a new horizon.
New situations make me a bit nervous, and my first flight was no exception. On January 5, 1987, I checked my luggage in with the Delta Airline skycap enroute to Washington D.C. I sat timidly in the waiting area waiting for the flight attendant to allow me to enter the air plane. After a couple of minutes the flight attendant shouted my seat number then allowed me to enter the plane and find my seat. She smiled and welcomed everyone onto the plane as a group of children joined us. They didn't seem to be nervous about flying. I began to feel more at ease.
Meanwhile we were told to put on our seat belts and fasten them tightly as the flight attendant explained the emergency procedures for the plane. One of the passengers sitting next to me had already fallen asleep. The other passenger read a magazine. Then I began to hear a loud roar as the airplane began to move. My stomach began to flutter as if butterflies were in it. Second by second the airplane began to accelerated and get higher into the air. As I sat in the middle seat staring out the window, I felt a lump develop in my stomach and begin to move up to my throat. I searched vigorously for the barf bag but couldn't find it. The passenger on my left side saw the discomfort that I was experiencing and immediately held his magazine under my mouth. Lumps and lumps of eggs and sausage, my breakfast from the morning, were spit into the magazine. I felt helpless.
