I remember the first time I ever flew. We were running just a little late. They held the plane for us. Then my uncle (who drove us) stood out on the tarmac taking a picture of the entire family standing on the stairs. (The plan had stairs that extended from under its door.) The plane waited for that, too.
How times have changed.
Oh, and along with other things we’ll probably never see again, it was an Eastern Airlines plane.
The first time I ever flew was from Alaska Territory to Seattle, when I was a very short person. We were getting ready to take off and I wanted my coloring book. NO ONE on that plane was the slightest bit interested in whether I had that coloring book. They just wanted me to sit down and shut up. What a simple solution. Not for them.