Relax
If I had to pinpoint one thing in my life that struck true, undiluted fear into me, it was flying. The whole ordeal terrified me. I would literally rather cross the country on a train for three days than be stuck in a flying metal tube for five hours, but since no one in my family seemed to care for my opinion, the plane is where I ended up on an August evening. A very large, selfish part of me wished I’d never even agreed to this trip. It wasn’t like spending my last month of summer at my aunt’s house had been at the top of my list of things to do, but it had been so long since my mom had seen her sister, that I couldn’t possibly refuse her. Even if that …