Flight #1 - Age 14, from Los Angeles to Phoenix to visit a boyfriend. All well chaperoned - I stayed with a family friend, and day-visited the boyfriend from there. Loved the flight!
Flight #2 - Age 24, from San Francisco to Los Angeles to explore housing for a corporate transfer we (DH) were going through. Loved the flight!
Flight #3 - Age 33, from LAX to Honolulu to join DH for part of a business conference he had there. Had my first ever experience with turbulence and had an immediate panic attack.
Some 20 years and 100,000+ air miles later, I am still battling turbulence-initiated panic attacks. To say this situation has frustrated me beyond belief would be an understatement because I
love to travel. Have dabbled in education (the mechanics of flying), hypnosis, meditation and medication(!). To date a stiff glass of wine immediately upon being seated appears to work best.
EDIT: All the more ironic considering I just remembered I use to go up with my uncle in his private plane when I was around 6 years old, and he would do crazy stunts like rollovers, and I loved them! Wish I had that little person's nerves today.