Why We (Don’t) Fly

I’m usually pretty down to avoid getting on a plane. I hate to fly; it freaks me out despite having taken at least over 100 flights in my lifetime. Right in that moment when the wheels break contact with ground, I’m huddled into my (window, duh) seat mimicking fetal position, while the six-year-old kid next to me complains loudly I’m blocking his view.
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