I have never really liked plane rides.
Yup, Anne and Bruce found their way to send me across the country and here I am now.
I have never associated them with good memories. When My the first parents I stayed with died, I took a plane ride to New York to live with Brody and Anne's cousin and when they died it was another plane ride to Sydcot where Bruce and Anne lived.
I had gone on a couple of vacations that needed a plane ride before of course but they didn't really measure up to my previous memories of airplane.
Even with first class accommodations, pillows and blankets and endless supply of drink and mini pretzels and WI-FI. I found myself getting restless. Sleeping was out of question. Since there was little more than half an hour left of the flight. Pretzels and Sprite were not ex
