I guess my parents were trailblazers. They came to California by train from PHL just after WWII and said goodby to all of their relatives. As a child, I flew cross-country in a DC6, DC7 and once, in a DC3 (with a change of planes in Chicago) to visit my relatives on the east coast. This was when barf-bags were routinely used(my sister always got sick). I don't remember much about the flights except that I was always dressed up and so was my mother and all of the relatives always met our arrival. No red carpet in the world could ever match that! My first Jet flight was in the early 60's (on my honeymoon) from HNL/LAX. It was a PAA 707 and the "new" LAX was a few months shy of opening, so we landed at the "old" airport. I'll never forget my first jet flight. As memorable, as my first Concorde flight.