I was nearly four years old (1969), and I flew from SAN-OAK to visit my grandparents on PSA. I flew unaccompanied.

My mom's best friend's dad was the pilot, so it was like having a friend on board. My grandparents lived in the mountains, a two hour drive away. I peed my pants in the back seat of my grandfather's brand new Chevy Impala. I don't know why I remember that, but I do.