When I first flew on airplanes, I felt a great degree of nervousness, though I can't particularly understand why when I look back. Even while I knew how safe and reliable flying was, it just felt like something that I should be concerned about. This even carried on into my early professional life, a feeling like I had to be paying attention when the plane was taking off, or else it would somehow fail to operate correctly. That fear has faded, as I travel more, and my relationship with airplanes and airports has changed to one of comfort, a strange sense of homeliness, and a quiet and almost unacknowledgable delight in the great beast of air and fire that we have created to carry us to the far ends of our environment.
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