It could be that silent thought in the back of my mind that still marvels at the idea that people can fly through the air.
Or maybe it's the sight of jets speeding up the runway, then suddenly lifting their noses to the sky and leaving the ground so seamlessly. Or it could be the knowledge that going on a plane equals going on an adventure.
I mean, I really like beer – in a genuine, take the first sip and sigh with happiness kind of way. In my mind, there is nothing as satisfying as celebrating the summer months with a cold beer on a warm patio.
So, you can imagine my devastation when I was diagnosed as being gluten intolerant.
Through the shock and the tears I asked, "Whose body am I in exactly?"
At age 10, I had just gone through an incredibly painful and intense surgery that most people will never experience. I knew I would never be the same again.
"Nope," I'd say, "they're nicotine stains."
Enter the annoying lectures from them that smoking would kill me one day. Not this again, I thought to myself.