Take off and landing had those extreme excitement moments where you'd get that same stomach churning feeling like on a roller coaster when it takes that unexpected drop.
That moment when those wheels hit the tarmac, that's your anticipations cue to crescendo, building, building. People start to shuffle - grab their bags, do that 'oh no you go first' hold up the line dance. Your heart beating fast, you wanna get off. Shuffle shuffle. When you finally get off, that first step in your head you're like "Fuck me I'm in *insert destination*" (as a small child you'd probably refrain from using profanity and use a more appropriate phrase like "ooh gee wow" or "blistering barnacles"). The whole experience is magical.
As a child you may have asked a parent or guardian how, who and which way flying works. How this odd looking flying metal cross could transport you to such distant lands.
Now while I do like the idea of educating our children of the world around us, I implore you please, if you ever grow up and have your own children ask you how a plane flies, say one word.
Just say "Magic"
Don't be boring and go on about air flow, drag and such, don't just say science, please for the love of god don't say what my mum said, which was "How am I supposed to know I'm an accountant". For the sake of creativity and joy, for the sake of witches and wizards everywhere, just say Magic. Back it up with a Doctor Who type vague science magic comment correlating airplane flight and Santa's sleigh and they'll be none the wiser.
Flying has always and will always have an 'air' (hehehe air pun) of magic about it. It transports the body to a different place, your mind is transported to a different culture. Flying isn't about maths, science or logic, flying is just magic...
P.S. the song below kinda has a flying motif to it
P.P.S. I dare you to not to sing to this song :P
P.P.P.S accompanied by a picture I drew while at work
