Reply #48: My first flight was in 1965 with TWA. [View All]

[LWolf]

It certainly wasn't common then, but I was traveling on my own. I was 5 years old.

My mom put me on a plane from Atlanta to KC to meet my grandparents so that she could deal with the abusive shambles her second marriage had become. It became essential to get me out of the picture.

So I chatted to my seat mate, and the stewardess checked on me constantly. I remember that she fed me, but I don't know what. I know I brought a coloring book and some crayons. Everyone was kind, I felt secure and enjoyed the flight.

Until weather issues grounded the plane in Wichita.

Did I mention that neither of my grandparents had a driver's license or a car?

TWA put me, and everyone else, on a bus to KC. They sent an employee along to personally hand me over to my grandparents. It was late, and dark, and I slept most of the way. It was my grandparents, waiting at the airport in KC, worried sick, that lost sleep. I arrived safe, sound, sleepy, and content, and spent the taxi ride home telling them all about my adventure.