Tiny plane

The plane was tiny and I convinced myself that getting into this tiny rickety plane that smelled like burning fuel and made unhealthy sounds was safer than climbing Everest itself and I would probably make it back down to earth safely. We climbed and climbed, or rather the plane did and the flight attendant took everyone one by one to the cockpit to see out the pilot’s window. The excitement was obvious when Everest was in view and the flight attendant did her best to stop everyone from all going over to one side of the plane.