Excitement That Buzzes

My 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.
Plaid Plaid
31-35, F
May 13, 2012