First Airplane Trip! Were You Calm or Crazy??

I was so exciting because I was going to NYC so I was calm. Didn't even think about flying for the first time.

My first plane trip was from Harwich in England to den Haag in Holland. In those days there were planes that took two or three cars across the Channel. They were little more than tin boxes with a movable partition between the car bay at the front and the passenger seating at the rear. The seats were very much like the cane furniture that we put in our conservatories or on the patio today. My friend and I had embarked on a cycling holiday in Holland and we were flying with our tandem. I hate to think what the price of taking a car on such a flight would have been - far more, I imagine, than taking it on a car ferry - a bicycle or tandem, however, was light enough and slid down alongside the cars, so was only 7 shillings and sixpence (£0.37 or about $0.50 in today's money). I had no fear, that I recall. Only excitement and a sense of magical wonder that this creaking and swaying heavy (and draughty) tin box could possibly lift us into the air. There was just a minute of the roar of the engines and bumpy race down the runway before everything became (relatively) smooth and I was looking down on the fantastic tracery of the coastal marshes. I don't remember anything of the rest of the flight, though we must have landed, disembarked, had an encounter with customs, consulted our maps and found the way out. The next memory I have is of cycling along the Dutch cycling paths on our way to Leiden. There we were, well on our way in another country less than two hours after leaving England! I have flown only a few times since then. Once a friend offered me a joy ride in a Piper Cub (two seater high wing monoplane). I had the same excitement of seeing the landscape from above and that felt very much like being in a small boat in a three-dimensional ocean. The third and last time I flew was in a proper plane from London to LA (and back). I suppose that makes five trips in all, with the return trips. I find flying exciting and exhilarating (though the long flights to the US were mostly just boring).

I was young, just in my teens I think so there was not the same fear of crashing or terrorists as there is now. It was only an intestate flight of an hour and I was too young to be frightened as well...it was more an exciting thing to be doing. I worry whenever of my family fly these days because they are generally going overseas...that's a worry for me.

I took my first plane ride when I was fourteen years old. I went with my mom on a plane from London to Athens. I was so excited and liked seeing the landscape below when the plane went up before it entered the cloud. I got terrible ear plane when the plane began descending. I felt nervous landing. On the return journey there was a delay and lots of waiting on the floor at Athens airport. I enjoyed the flight home but again before landing got severe ear pain. I can say that ten years later a friend gave me a pair of ear planes for my flight from London to Mombasa. So I went all the way to Kenya on the plane and didn't get any ear pain at all. Coming back from the trip I got the most superb views of the pyramids in Egypt.

hi artistry,i and my wife travelled first time in dornier flight from Tirupathi to Hyderabad in the year 1990,the flight was feeder servcice that is small distance flight,the flight capcity was 32 people and when it is on take off it gives us lot of shakes in the flight,that causes us some difficulty after words it was ok,have a nice day

My first plane trip was about 5 or 6 years ago. A friend went with me and she booked the trip on priceline. She wasnt able to see the details of the trip until after she purchased it since she named her own price...anyway...thinking that I would be flying for the first time on a "normal" plane I was scared but excited. While waiting at the airport we saw a tiny plane pull up to our gate and we both freaked out!!!! It was one of those little 50 seaters! The worst part was having to fly over the Sierra Nevadas (going to Reno). When the turblulence hit I literally thought I was going to die, and it just wouldn't stop. I had no idea it could get that bad and being on the tiny plane only made it worse. I swore I wasn't flying home in the same size plane but we had to. It wasn't too bad on the way home but still freaked me out. Now I make sure the planes I'm flying on are BIG!!!! No more of those puddle jumpers for me!!!!