I don't remember any of my airline flying as a kid - I was too young. But Mom said I was the happiest little traveler, and everyone just loved sitting near me and seeing how excited and outgoing I was.
Two months ago, flying into ATL, a bunch of kids boarded our flight. As we neared ATL, I heard some screams, accentuated when I punched through a knuckle of wake turbulence. Cheering followed as I greased the mains on.
When I stepped aft to wave to the pax and see who the screamers were, our plane was a wreck. There were crackers, candies and shredded Sky magazines all over the front of the cabin. The caramel from a Snickers bar clung to everyone's shoes and strung its way toward the boarding door. They trashed the interior of our company's multimillion dollar jet. These girls' parents were a few rows aft, and as I made eye contact with the mothers, they just smiled as if to say, "aren't they soooo cute?"
I may have discovered the truth about my own first airline rides...