I Always Prefer the Window Seat
This is a little silly story, unlike my others.
As a little girl, I travelled from place to place a lot, often by myself, travelling as an unaccompanied minor. The first time I did so, I was approximately 6 years old, and I had a little plush dog that I carried EVERYWHERE with me (his name was Floppy Dog! Still have him!) And on this particular plane trip, I decided, that since it was both Floppy Dog and my first time flying by ourselves, I would claim the middle seat, and hold my little toy dog up to the window, to look out at the world as we took off. I remember struggling to lean over the barrier that separated the middle and window seat, forcing the toy against the glass. Ahh, I was a silly girl, but I can't help but laugh as I remember talking to the little animal, as if he was a real friend.
As a little girl, I travelled from place to place a lot, often by myself, travelling as an unaccompanied minor. The first time I did so, I was approximately 6 years old, and I had a little plush dog that I carried EVERYWHERE with me (his name was Floppy Dog! Still have him!) And on this particular plane trip, I decided, that since it was both Floppy Dog and my first time flying by ourselves, I would claim the middle seat, and hold my little toy dog up to the window, to look out at the world as we took off. I remember struggling to lean over the barrier that separated the middle and window seat, forcing the toy against the glass. Ahh, I was a silly girl, but I can't help but laugh as I remember talking to the little animal, as if he was a real friend.
