It was TWA, I think. Pretty, young stewardesses in bright red caps & mini-dresses. I wore the plastic wing pin they gave me like a treasure, caressing its plasticky goldness. Our food came in tiny, stackable, child-sized rectangular plates. The bathroom seemed child-sized, too, except in height, everything designed to fit in a 3×3 foot box. We got tiny, travel toothbrushes, and stickers, and a coloring booklet with crayons.
Now I see flying as an unavoidable annoyance. Back then it was an adventure.
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