My earliest memory was when I was about 3, when I went on an airplane to visit my family in New Zealand. I remember the smell of the airplane and the roaring of the jet engines as the plane started to take off. I also remember crying at the uneasy feeling of taking off.
I don't think I am the same person as back then. I am no longer upset when flying on airplanes and I enjoy traveling to new, unfamiliar places.
