When I was young, I loved to fly. For me, the best part of family vacations was getting on an airplane.
As I got older, and anxiety problems and OCD set in, a fear of flying began to grow. It may have started when Reagan fired the striking air traffic controllers, and then got worse when the Lockerbie flight exploded in Scotland, and later, the mystery of what brought down TWA flight 800 near Long Island freaked me out big time.
And then 9/11 happened.
I have flown one time since 9/11. Tom & I flew to New York in 2002 to see my family. I almost broke his hand during take-off.
In the last few months, I have purchased and cancelled two trips to see friends in California.
On Wednesday night, there is a dinner honoring my brother in New York. I will be traveling with my sister and her two grown children.
You could say that I'm a little nervous.