"It’s beautiful!  And you can even see the ocean, so far below us!" she said, face pressed against the glass.  I looked past her and noticed that the wings were moving, ever so slightly, and it made me feel a little nervous, even though I knew that it was totally normal.  When I was a kid I pretended that really heavy turbulence was just the wings of the plane flapping, getting us to wherever it was we were traveling to a lot faster.  I’d seen too many newsreels since then of plane crashes - and even though it defied logic, I felt the sinking in my stomach that comes with deep-seated fear.  I remembered having the same feeling from being at altitude on the Eiffel tower in Paris. ^{Aren't we all afraid when it is time to soar?}