Flying Solo +
Every time I fly I think of my dad. I remember every apect of traveling with him. The drive with 'classic' music we would sing along to, unloading at the paking spot where my dad would flag down the driver, as if he didn't see us in the designated pick up spot. Then he would proceed to talk to everyone on the bus giving them our whole life story. Funny, people would usually tell us there's. We would then check in and hit security which was always fun because dad would always be pulled aside and hassled. We joked that he fit some sort of criminal description. We totally looked suspicious. After we boarded the plane he would tell some jokes and familiarize himself with everyone within a 10ft radius and become best friends with the flight staff. As a benefit, I got to see more cockpits than most children. When we took off and landed my ears would hurt with the air pressure. Dad would distract me by talking about our trip and hold my hand. Today I, like so many