That’s great that this is still a thing!

My first memory of being on a plane [decades ago] involved being very confused about stairs being on the inside, and then being accosted by 2 or 3 really tall uniformed people. Being an incredibly shy ~4y/o I needed my grandmother’s encouragement to take the wings. It was probably the most I interacted with them, since my normal way of interacting, at the time, was to hide. But, I remember staring at the wings thinking they were the neatest thing ever and even wearing them. I really appreciate that the crew cared enough to do that for me. Made me feel special.

May have to see if I can get a set on one of my next flights.