I like flying, especially because it means I'm going somewhere far from home. Of course, going to California last summer I had a window seat on the wrong side of the plane so I missed the Grand Canyon... Oh well. I remember my first time flying, when I was 6. We were fed full meals. Last time I got a tiny bag of pretzels and a little cup of juice. Then when I was 8 my family flew less than 2 weeks before 9/11, odd to think of now.