I was nine, traveling with my mom on an intercontinental flight from Warsaw to Chicago. I still remember our seat, the beige interior of the plane and the fact that we had a bulk head seat. Why a petite mother and a nine year old need a bulk head seat is beyond me. It just drives me nuts when regular sized people think they need a bigger seat or more room. Dan being 6'9, I have new sympathy for tall guys in those tiny regular seats! So, I am sorry to all the 6'9 men that had to sit in the regular seats while the nine year old me enjoyed all the leg room in the world! Ha! Anyways...
So here it is folks...my comfort drink when I travel. Good ole tomato juice! Strange yet satisfying and only enjoyed 35,000 feet in the air!