I think that the first time I went on a plane was to be sent to my aunt because my mom needed a break during my spring break. (I was carrying a small leatherman and was allowed to keep it in my pocket, so between 1998 and 2001. College age, probably burning out from the stress.)

I had a job that put me on multiple flights... they kept getting confused that I would rather fly out of Chicago than Indianapolis when I was from Indiana.

The international flight was "if you want to vacation with us, you have to fly."

There was one time when my husband sent me to my mom because reasons.

Bonus episode... I got driven from North of Chicago to Ohare airport to catch a bus to an airport shuttle based in Northwest Indiana.