Once I get into the air, I’m OK with flying. Takeoff isn’t so bad, as it reminds me of being in a drag race. But I’ve always dreaded the landings, for some reason.
However, I do understand your love of flying, and glad you were able to slip the surlies as often as you could. My Thanksgiving wish for you: May all your dreams be spent flying in cold clear air!
Fortunately, this planet is SO big and SO powerful that our puny attempts to challenge its authority don’t bother it at all. So we don’t have to fear the landings, just remember what we’re dealing with.