i've always been a wee bit afraid of flying. ok, that's a lie. i've ALWAYS been afraid of flying. my dad even once offered a cast mold of his hand for me to hold. i figured the poor sap sitting next to me would think it too creepy so i passed. on the offer. hahaha. thanks anyways dad. =)
my flight home last night was not in my usual sitting area [window seat on the wing, just before the emergency exit row--as close as one can get to escape without all the responsability. =D]. THIS flight home, however, was right by the JET ENGINE. and oddly enough, i wasn't freaked! it proved to provide me with a pretty cool photo.
maybe, just maybe, i won't be so afraid anymore. naaaa... who am i kidding? of COURSE i'll squirm like a little kid the next time i have to fly. cast arm or no cast arm.
maybe, just maybe, i won't be so afraid anymore. naaaa... who am i kidding? of COURSE i'll squirm like a little kid the next time i have to fly. cast arm or no cast arm.











