Excitement That BuzzesMy family lived about 600 miles away from Mom's parents. As Dad wasn't overfond of his inlaws, a couple times a year me and Mom would fly out to visit her family. I remember the first time being worried that the security scanner would hurt my doll when I put her through.
Follow the same basic pattern for 20-odd years (minus the fretting about the doll). Some years I didn't go at all, others it was two or three times.
I like flying. I always have. There's an excitement that buzzes in the terminal, the joy of going somewhere else.