Have you ever been on an airplane?

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No. It would scare me. I would be holding my breath waiting for my feet to get back to the land.

Trice.

All involved going to or coming from my mom's birth town, where most of my mom's side of relatives are.
Which happened to be literally islands away.


I kinda like it.

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Once when I was an infant and then not again until I was seventeen and my family took a vacation to Hawai’i, as a celebration of the last family vacation we’d have where we knew nothing like college, work, moving, etc. were going to interfere. I think I’ve been on two round-trip flights to Chicago, which is where most of my extended family lives, since then, but usually we drive for 8 hours instead of taking a plane. My dad travels by plane a lot for work, though, usually several times a year (though of course this year has been different).

I was terrified the first time, I had to close my eyes and squeeze my dad’s hand as hard as I could during both takeoff/ascent and descent/landing. Now I still have to close my eyes through part of ascent/descent, but I’m perfectly fine once we reach a steady altitude (which I was not the first time I can remember - it was just the one trip, though, that it took me to become mostly okay with it, much less scary when I knew exactly what to expect).

A number of times many years ago.

No, but I have been inside an aeroplane.

Yes, on a holiday to France to tour the D-Day beaches and some of the major battle sites. Went over there on a Dakota which was quite noisy but we got some amazing views of the survivng mulberry harbours! Also saw a waterspout from one of the battery locations.

My first time on a plane was a major break from my Asperger's patterns. When I bust these old patterns, I always do it in a big way. I started off with a big dinner, confident that it wasn't going to come back and visit Mr. Esophagus during the flight. Then taking off - it was like an elevator going up really, really fast. Turbulence? No problem. Then arrival - would my girlfriend be there? Yes she was, jumping up and down with excitement. Then the ride from the airport in her friend's car with REO Speedwagon blasting at full volume.

I like flying - so much that I now drive a minivan that reminds me of an aircraft cabin with its feel and sound, along with overhead air vents. It made for a great cross country drive in 2018, which I was going to repeat this summer but is now rescheduled for next June.

My family and I moved to Puerto Rico when I was 1 1/2. Every other summer after that we flew back to New York on vacation. Every time we flew that way we flew over the Bermuda Triangle. Luckily I didn't hear any of the legends about that place until several years after we had left Puerto Rico (no I never saw anything strange during those flights).

Yes, I have, several times now.

First time was a trip I could do by boat, and I thought about doing that.
But my boyfriend of that time flew more often, to congresses, and he took me on a short trip beforehand so I could get used to the whole circus in a safe environment.

Since then, I've flown alone than together. Always in Boeing 737's I recall, always decent jets, 2-4 hour flights, to regular EU countries.

I get uncomfortable in situations that are not well directed (e.g. voluntary activities with no plan, no task manager, no goal). But airports are excellent in directing you to the right place asap. From the drop-off to the gate, there are signs, carts, rolling paths, personnel. The goal of the airport is to make flights come and go on time, and people are the variable factor in that, so they provide them with everything to get that nailed. In an airport, I feel determined.

Sitting on the plane and feeling it take off is a next moment where panic could hit. Why does a decent person, born and meant to walk with two feet on the ground, lift off with a crazy big and heavy metal thing to fly at altitudes where it can't even breathe? Why? I could stay on the ground, that's where humans belong! Then I recall that thousands of people have done this before me, in much more dangerous situations than this holiday flight, and I get calm.

The airport on the way out is another thing, but again do not worry. Signs all over the place, albeit in strange languages, or non-existant at all, in crowds of mumbling people... and once you get out, you're in a strange city and you often don't read or speak a word of it. Luckily, pickup friends or taxis are waiting just for that. And I always study the area around the airport, distance to the first city, general payment for a taxi there, main roads the taxi will take to my destination, how the skyline and the buildings should look. If there's a remarkable building close to my residence, in case of getting lost.

So yes, flying at all is a chaotic, stupid, chaotic thing. But I do enjoy how well it turns out every time

Several times from the U.S. West Coast to the U.S. East Coast. Short flights to the Pacific Northwest, Las Vegas, and Colorado, and an international short flight to Vancouver, B.C.

It has been over two-decades since I have flown. Back in the day, flying still offered those neat experiences. The adage, "half the fun is getting there" often came to mind in those days!

Probably like 50 times. To Europe and the Caribbean. As well as domestically and in Canada.

Yes, back and forth between Florida and New York as a kid visiting family, and also back and forth between Florida and New York as an adult because I moved there twice and came back home twice. As a kid I enjoyed flying, as an adult it makes me claustrophobic sadly.