the wheels on the bus go...
round and round.
over and over.
for a straight hour from the row in front of me on the plane. especially during turbulance and air pressure changes during the landing. it was annoying, but oddly not as bad as it would have been in other circumstances. i was nervous this flight and the repetition of the song put me into a sort of trance. it also made me think of our family's annual holiday flight when i was a kid...the only difference is that i was more the one entertaining my mom.
mom has been phobic of flying since as long as i can remember. there was one time when we had all of our suitcases packed for a trip to Disneyworld, and then we woke up with her hysterical because she had a dream that the plane crashed. we cancelled our trip. another time, when we actually did make it to Disneyworld, we missed our flight back to Chicago and had to take the next flight out instead which had a connection. this set her off again. she sobbed in the corner of the airport waiting area and my dad took me and my brother away and acted overly happy/silly in that necessary distraction sorta way. on flights themselves, she'd be gripping the seat so hard that her knuckles were white and i'd try showing her drawings or tell her jokes. she'd give me an unengaged half-smile.
i managed to not develop a fear of flying, which may have been the result of my dad's efforts. when we'd hit turbulance on planes, mom would pull out her rosary (suddenly religious) and dad would give me a big open smile and say 'isn't this fun?!' he always wanted the window seat so he could watch as we soar above the clouds. mom needed an aisle seat and needed the window in her row drawn shut the whole time.
this was a metaphor for our whole lives. it still is.
over and over.
for a straight hour from the row in front of me on the plane. especially during turbulance and air pressure changes during the landing. it was annoying, but oddly not as bad as it would have been in other circumstances. i was nervous this flight and the repetition of the song put me into a sort of trance. it also made me think of our family's annual holiday flight when i was a kid...the only difference is that i was more the one entertaining my mom.
mom has been phobic of flying since as long as i can remember. there was one time when we had all of our suitcases packed for a trip to Disneyworld, and then we woke up with her hysterical because she had a dream that the plane crashed. we cancelled our trip. another time, when we actually did make it to Disneyworld, we missed our flight back to Chicago and had to take the next flight out instead which had a connection. this set her off again. she sobbed in the corner of the airport waiting area and my dad took me and my brother away and acted overly happy/silly in that necessary distraction sorta way. on flights themselves, she'd be gripping the seat so hard that her knuckles were white and i'd try showing her drawings or tell her jokes. she'd give me an unengaged half-smile.
i managed to not develop a fear of flying, which may have been the result of my dad's efforts. when we'd hit turbulance on planes, mom would pull out her rosary (suddenly religious) and dad would give me a big open smile and say 'isn't this fun?!' he always wanted the window seat so he could watch as we soar above the clouds. mom needed an aisle seat and needed the window in her row drawn shut the whole time.
this was a metaphor for our whole lives. it still is.