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26 comments:
You're officially commissioned for a photo header...
But very profound.
Make up your minds, get moving and make a decision already. Find your purpose!
choose your path and take flight...hah, I could work for hallmark
powerful. makes me want to take a anti-nausea pill
What the heck is this supposed to mean?
everyone always takes pictures of the outside of the plane... it's unique to have someone present the beauty that can be found within ;)
Ah, the sweet memories of childhood. Really nice. Better than e’s forcing me to watch Everything is Illuminated.
huh?
and that is an awesome movie...
This picture reminded me of my childhood.
do you remember the first time you traveled on a plane? i do.
The first time I travelled on a plane, I was six crying the whole time and calling out my older cousin’s name. It was a start of a very traumatic summer vacation after which I was never the same.
The picture reminded me of my middle school.
wow. i was nine, traveling with my dad to visit my grandmother in her old age home. we ate snacks my mom packed for me, and the flight seemed to take forever. (little did i know then that i would one day take that very same route so often, it would be as routine to me as your average carpool).
I've been flying since I was the merest of mites.
I remember the big propellers outside the window. And Odessa from the air.
The first time I ever flew I was 2. my mother had given me little soy dogs to eat which I promptly stuffed in my mouth. Unfortunatly before I could swallow sneezed and shot hotdog all over my mom's shirt, causing the man across the isle to immediatly throw up.Loved the picture by the way :)
J
TRS - Be nice.
I flew the first time when I was 16 and since then I've flown much more than my family. (okay minus my dad). Join Chabad and become a world traveller.
What was not nice about what I wrote?
J - that is hysterically gross :)
At least it wasn't mushy...
There are more polite ways to ask about the meaning of something.
And it was the technical meaning of mushy!
J-that really is quite funny.
My first memory of a plane ride: I was pushed up against the window by a rather large person who promptly fell asleep...on me.
I think there was a misunderstanding here.
le7: I still don't get why my statement about having flown since I was a babe in arms was not nice.
Cheerio: at least your response to j was not mushy.
TRS — it was a preventive strike.
"The Real Shliach said...
What the heck is this supposed to mean?"
Preventing what?
I know how to tell mushy stories about mush.
J
Ouch! on you? see that would have been the perfect time to be eating hotdogs with a cold. It definatly would have improved your situation.
J
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