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The slightest bump on a plane will give me a panic attack. The worst is flying over the Rocky Mountains because the air is so unstable.
When I went to San Diego for spring break, my boyfriend and I took one of those puddle jumpers (propeller planes) from Los Angeles to San Diego. There were huge storm clouds and we were in this tiny little plane that kept bobbing up and down through out the whole 45 minute flight. My boyfriend somehow slept through it all while I clutched onto the sides of my seat and just tried to think of happy thoughts.
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