I think mine was around 12. There were a lot of flights before then, but I was a baby. I flew with my Aunt to Dallas for a graduation. She traveled a lot for work, so it was totally routine to her, but for me, it was like woah, this is cool. Now flying is such a hassle and I hate being on planes more than 4 hours. That's the point at which I'm done, and I just want fresh air and to not have to sit next to someone so close I can smell their breath.
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My first flight was when I was 7 and it was around 23-24 hours. I hate planes so that was the death of me1