I was 3, flying with my parents from home near SFO to albany to visit the grandparents. Photos document the fact I was dressed up (with gloves and a hat, this was 1962)and was proudly wearing a pin of wings! I'm told I walked the aisles, "helping" the FA's throughout the flight. I don't remember much of that one, but do recall the flight when we moved to DC the next year.
2 reasons: 1. ALL the bags were lost/stolen enroute to Dulles so we arrived at our new home without a thing...my parents didn't trust that"new airport" for years.
2. The FA's took me up to meet the captain after I loudly proclaimed "where's the silver lining???" when we flew through a cloud!
No one did ever answer that question....