I was too young to remember my first flight. It was probably on People’s Express from Newark, New Jersey to Columbus, Ohio back when you could get tickets for $30. But, I do remember the first time that I flew by myself: I was 12 years old and boarded a Continental Airlines flight from Columbus, Ohio to Newark, New Jersey to visit family. I paid $164 for my own ticket with my earnings from my paper route.

The jog down memory lane was prompted by a video I just watched in which two elderly women fly for the first time. Their thoughts on flying are very interesting, as is what they do to prepare. But once they’re airborne, the magic of flight is captured on their faces. If you’re vaguely sentimental, grab a tissue. You won’t take flying for granted ever again.

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