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I hated to fly, avoided it completely. I drove all over the U.S., sometimes many days of travel, avoiding planes. I wasn't afraid of flying, I was afraid of crashing. I was forced to fly when I interviewed for medical school. My dad used to travel a lot, flying all over the U.S. for IBM. Prior to a winter trip to Washington D.C. he told me; "Don't worry about flying son, a pilot once told me that as long as you can see the wing tips, landing and take off will be ok."
Well, my flight was approaching National Airport in D.C., lots of turbulence, the seat belt light constantly flashing. The pilot informed us that we must stay seated, 'this was going to be a bumpy ride.' Great!, I dug my finger nails into the arm rests, my heart beating audibly. I looked outside, a sea of dark grey clouds and clinging rain drops on my window.
And no wing tips! That's it, I thought, I am finished.
I landed just fine, a bit bumpy. Since then I have become more relaxed. I typically sleep at take off, and barely acknowledge landing. My wife said her good byes when we flew over a typhoon on a trip back from China, but again, we muddled through.
Like you, I liked flying as a kid, but become fearful later in life. The more you fly the more you will become used to the experience. Others have suggested Xanax, I can't fault the advice, Cabernet worked for me when I started to fly again. But don't over do it, getting off a flight to Chicago I splattered a sparkling white floor with a bit of air sickness, looked like someone slaughtered a goat.
Enjoy, and relax.
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