When Americans Were Thrilled to Fly

On my first plane ride, you were expected to dress in nice (Sunday go to meetin') clothes, walk onto the tarmac, climb the stairs, and sit where you wanted. Smoke 'em if you got 'em, flip-top ashtrays in the armrest.

I remember my first time on an airplane.
It was a commercial flight and everyone aboard was excited or terrified. I loved it and decided then that I had to become a pilot.

It was a significant and fun experience then. Now it's just a burden.
Interesting how our perspective changes with time.