I was on a flight into Telluride, CO a few years ago, and while those flights are usually bouncy and "dippy," this one was unusually bad. So bad that the adults in the two rows ahead of me were green and reaching for the bags. No one was happy, but the four year old who'd proudly told me before we left that he was now four years and two days old ....he just sat there, hands in air, going "wheee!!!"

And I have one of my own, circa 1963. I was4 yrs old, Flying from SFO to IAD, as we moved east. (Pictures show I was wearing a suit, patent leather shoes, and carrying gloves, thank you! And good thing I liked those clothes, because our bags were stolen enroute. Imagine moving cross country, and having no luggage when you landed!)

The view out the window was suddenly grey. I asked "Why?" My mother replied "We're flying through some clouds." I insisted that couldn't be true. This went on for a few minutes. Finally, the man across the aisle (who turned out to be a three star general in the Air Force in full dress uniform) turned to me and said it was true, we were in a cloud. I again insisted we weren't. (I'm sure my parents were cringing by then.) He asked why I was so sure. "Because," I replied, "Inside every cloud there's a silver lining. And I don't see it!"

He told my parents he was going to tell that story around the table at his meeting the next morning.