November 1967 on a United Boeing 707, Portland to JFK, first class at age 7 with my parents and younger sister. I think it was overnight. I remember having a sandwich on the plane and then having to use the little bag when we went through turbulence.

A classmate of Law Lord Sr. was a manager at the Waldorf-Astoria, so we were upgraded to a suite -- a LARGE suite maybe 20-25 floors up. I found out on next year's trip (coach, motel rooms, two sisters) not to expect this treatment again on Dad's nickel.

That spoiled me for travel, though it would be 20 years and maybe 50,000 miles before I would again be in first class.

United gave us children's entertainment kits: coloring book, crayons, "Junior Pilot" gold wings for me, and "Junior Stewardess" gold wings for my sister.