I still couldn’t believe it. Staring out the small window at the fluffy-looking clouds, 30,000 feet above ground, it all seemed surreal. I had to keep pinching myself to remind my disoriented brain that what is happening isn’t some weird dream. It didn’t help much that the seats were cramped and it was unbearably boring with nothing to do but the occasional look-out-the-window and watching a crummy movie selected by the airline. I had thought a plane ride could be thrilling since it was my first time, but a big let-down struck my ten-year-old self as the ride dragged on and I slowly found that not every plane ride was a joyride. It was pure madness and I blamed it all on my parents.