Its 1987, I am four years old. My mom is six months pregnant with my sister and I am sitting beside a stranger on a plane bound to Hawaii. I am scared because I am not sitting beside my dad or my mom. I look for my dad who happens to be sitting across the aisle and he confirmes to me that everything is alright with his big smile underneath a big bushy moustache. The DC10's engines turn on and we start slowly moving toward the run way as my dad informes me that we are taking off on V1, the point of no return.Then he begins his countdown. I count with him as far as I could go...the aircrafts nose rises and its wheels lift off the tarmack and "we are off", as my dad
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