Okay as a person, who’s not really into flying, I need to admit that I already flew very often in my life. But it doesn’t matter how often I do so, I still have this fear inside me, when entering the plane.
So I tried to take a closer look at it. Why am I afraid? About what exactly? Where my fear did even come from?
My uncle is a hobby pilot. He owns a small plane and flies just for fun. That’s weird. Even more weird is that, as he’s my godfather as well, he named the aircraft after me. Nice, but, still…. Weird. I never flew with it, by the way. Because, yes. I kinda hate flying and to sit in a tiny plane called Luis, where you can feel every gust of wind, never really was a dream of mine, to be honest.
Then I took a glimpse at my dad, who always wanted to be a pilot as well, but, at last, decided not to spent all his free time learning it. He decided, it’s way better to relax and accompany uncle Armando.
Anyway… It still doesn’t really gave me any insight where my fear of flying even came from? Sister loves flying, Cousins, they all love flying, etc.
Then… My Mother. She’s afraid of flying. She never did it. Because she doesn’t want to crash. Good reason, I already thought as a child. She told me the most horrible stories of what could happen, while in the air. This was the total counterpart to my father, who always fancy about the freedom, while in the air.
So here I was. A young kid, one parent told me, how flying is a piece of total freedom, that makes alive. The other, how desperate and fearful you must feel, when you know the plane is about to crash and there is not really a chance of rescue.
And me? Well I think I’m the perfect mixture between them. I’m kinda afraid of flying, as I think about the last few seconds you would realise the absolute certainly that you gonna die, when crashing. But, happily, on the other hand, I see the chances to reach foreign countries the easy way. Not that romantic as my pilot uncle would hold a torch for, but still, I can weigh the pros and cons of spending some time high above in the sky.
For me, it will be in July. I hope I’m still positive tempered, when arriving at the airport. Wish me luck!
Cheers!
I write away my thoughts... 