I love your cartoons, @Lizzie. Even though, I was looking forward to Quincy’s contribution. Suspense will make it better!
best wishes for a speedy recovery to him.
I was never really afraid of flying, only somewhat helping the plane to stay in the air by holding the armrests up forcefully 😉
I had flown in a small plane, was even allowed to take control for a few seconds, which was a great feeling. Then one day, we were invited to a barbecue on the base for ultra light planes. The friend, who owned it, took my husband up and he returned happy and delighted. Then the friend told me “It’s your turn now!l
lNo way! Not my turn! I wont fly on a bicycle with wings!”
I had not stopped protesting, when we started. Those machines are not much more than a bicycle with wings and the pilot sits on the bicycle seat, the passenger sits a bit lower and before him, like a bag in a basket on the front wheel. I had no shoes on, it was night, my feet tangled over the void. Strictly forbidden to fly over the city, but we did just that, went out over the city, the sea and came back over city and hill. It was marvellous. And some time during the experience, my body adapted to the movement and understood why we turned, whent up or down, accelerated or slowed down in function of the movement of the wings. Incredible for someone who does not dance and surfs like a bag of potatoes. No chance to get a feeling for any of these movements, but flying feels right.
Since then, I talk panicked seat neighbours through take off and landing.