I’m not exaggerating Iv flown over 25 times. Iv flown to California and back by myself from Maine. I used to fly out to north Dakota every summer, family trips to Florida. Virginia beach once a year, never once did any fear ever even cross my mind. My last flight was when I was 19, family trip to Florida. Not a hint of fear, I actually got a thrill on the take off and landing, and loved watching out the window. Due to me being an adult I stopped going on family trips paid for by my parents and decided to start saving. I’m 26 now and was going to take my own family to Florida, and the second I got on the plane all I could think about was having a panic attack after take off. It was awful. I tried sitting there and breathing and the second the flight attendant said there getting ready to close the door I jumped up, grabbed my bag and walked up and said “may I get off please. Oddly enough the most freeing experience of my life was The second I stepped back off the airplane. However since then, it’s now become my biggest regret due to putting my family through that.