It took seven hours of flying to get where we were going, and the only source of air-conditioning was a small fan that sprayed water. It took a bit of time getting used to the unsettling arrangement of being stuck in the back with stuff piled behind, in front of, next to, and on top of me.
It was very enjoyable and hilarious to take my first cross country flight with my mother. It was very worrying though because as the flight was coming to the end, we had a tricky landing. Something was rough with the engine; it was making sounds that were confusing. When we were about to land my mom gave Dave the handle, and we started to rapidly descend. Dave pressed and pulled buttons, levers and switches so we didn’t crash and kick the bucket.
We were very worried about the plan before we even went to St. Louis because Dave was having issues with the radio. It was a very intense time, especially because the day after they arrived in St. Louis we left the ground at 9:00 a.m. - with no time to rest or to spare. Meanwhile, waiting on the ground was my father and Dave’s wife anxious for our safe arrival.