I haven’t been on a plane since 1995. People hear that and think that I must have a fear of flying, but the opposite is true. My first flight was from Newark, to Pittsburg,; I was eleven, and I traveled alone, I thought it to be the most exciting and wonderful thing. I'm sure being solo had something to do with it, my mother having told me for as long as I can remember, that from the time my umbilical cord was cut, I was independent and didn't need anyone. I knew that as an adult, I would adventure and travel to all the exciting places I had read about. That didn’t happen. Almost nothing I’ve planned in my life has come to fruition, but I’m working on it, my first step being to take a short flight somewhere. I haven’t flown in 27 years not because of fear of flight, but fear of anaphylaxis. My chemical allergies held me hostage for a long time, but these past three years have been healing, and it was time to try my wings.
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