I spent several prime years of my life being terrified of flying. That stemmed from:
1) a scary flight through a thunderstorm in a DC-3 coming home from Haiti
2) all of those mysterious exploding airplane news stories where all it took was ONE LOOSE SCREW or an errant pigeon to take down a whole plane
3) my very vivid imagination of free-fall and nosedives
I learned to like trains, criss-crossing the country reading books and meeting cool people and making sketches. But I also missed a lot of adventures, and the few times I had to fly during those years probably took a few years off my life because of the pure white-knuckle terror. But then my sister moved to Japan, and I wanted to be able to visit. My high school friend Belynda and I travelled to Tokyo, and in the process I faced my fears and conquered them. Now I kind of like it...the view from up there is fantastic.