{"id":353,"date":"2003-12-17T22:47:01","date_gmt":"2003-12-18T05:47:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=353"},"modified":"2008-07-12T11:09:11","modified_gmt":"2008-07-12T16:09:11","slug":"100-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=353","title":{"rendered":"100 Years"},"content":{"rendered":"

So it’s been 100 years since the first airplane flight<\/a>. Wow. <\/p>\n

You know what I hate? I hate how growing older ruins things. Not just the “there’s not really an Easter Bunny, Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy” things either. I mean how growing old, and being introduced to a little thing called reality, makes us more fearful of the world around us. Such things as flying, for example. <\/p>\n

The first time I went on a flight was when I was around 5-6 years old and my grandparents took my cousin and me to Disney World. I was so excited to be on the plane and thought watching the ground grow smaller as we took off was so cool. I went to Disney World again sometime when I was … um … who knows – 10? I honestly can’t remember. Again, I enjoyed the flight. Then we went to Disney World a third time when I was in high school, and while I wasn’t as thrilled, I certainly wasn’t scared.<\/p>\n

Well … that has changed. The last time I was on a plane was in 1996 when I went to London. I was pretty apprehensive about flying, and I just so happened to come down with the flu right before I boarded the plane. Seriously – I was fine until I was sitting in a restaurant killing time before my flight took off. I have to wonder if it was mere coincidence or if I literally made myself sick from worrying. In any case, I spent the ensuing 10 days in my friend’s bed feeling horrible, only venturing out when I had to (like to see the most awesome Cure concert I’ve ever been to). It was disappointing to say the least to have missed so many sights because I felt so terrible.<\/p>\n

So anyway … after growing older and wiser, and realizing that each time I set foot on a plane I could possibly die, well, I’m certainly in no hurry to get on another plane. September 11th didn’t help matters much either.<\/p>\n

So I guess I’m just wondering how many of you out there is scared of flying, and if you don’t fly because of it. I figure I have to get over this fear because there are a lot of places I’d like to visit and I don’t plan on driving to all of them. Maybe anti-anxiety drugs would work? How does one stop obsessing over dying in a fiery crash? I realize that statistically speaking driving is far more dangerous than flying, but at least my car is planted firmly on the ground and I am in control of it (yea, the control freak in me is uncomfortable putting my life in someone else’s hands).<\/p>\n

God, I hate what a wuss I’ve become. :p<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So it’s been 100 years since the first airplane flight. Wow. You know what I hate? I hate how growing older ruins things. Not just the “there’s not really an Easter Bunny, Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy” things either. I mean how growing old, and being introduced to a little thing called reality, makes us more fearful of the world around us. Such things as flying, for example. The first time I went on a flight was when I was around 5-6 years old and my grandparents took my cousin and me to Disney World. I was so excited to be on the plane and thought watching the ground grow smaller as we took off was so cool. I went to Disney World again sometime when I was … um … who knows – 10? I honestly can’t remember. Again, I enjoyed the flight. Then we went to Disney World Read More …<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-353","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/353","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=353"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/353\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=353"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=353"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=353"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}