My mother was terrified to fly. My oldest sister lived 2500 miles away and she really wanted to go visit, but a car, train or bus was out of the question because of her disability and time constraints. Finally she bit the bullet and we bought her tickets to fly from home (NYS) to my sisters (AZ). This was way before the high restrictions. My BIL was so worried about her that he asked and got permission to meet her at the bottom of the stairs of the airplane (they didn't have the 'walkway' into the building at that time). When my mom got to the bottom of the stairs she was all smiles and announced, "I'm getting a window seat on the way home!" I don't care to fly only because I can't get comfortable. The seats are just a little to high and my feet don't sit flat on the floor and that makes my knees ache. For fun I'd rather go on the train!