We word out the C volume of World Book Encyclopedia (the pre-internet's internet). We'd never been on a plane before. Daddy was in marketing and we were not a vacation type family so this was a BFD and he started talking up the trip around the 4th of July. And we were psyched.
A few days before the trip, Daddy called a family meeting to announce that Cuba was out. He explained that the government was in trouble and it looked like a bad guy named Castro was going to start a war there and it wasn't safe for us to go. (Or at least that's how my 10 year old brain processed it.) We were crushed.
But, Daddy pulled some fast strings and Cuba got replaced by St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands AND, most importantly, the plane trip was back on the table. We had a grand time. And forgave Castro long ago. But, today's events brought back the memories.
A big part of that trip was the plane. It was Eastern Airlines. There was no first class - it was all one class. We wore our Sunday School clothes. I think the trip was about 45 minutes but we got to meet the pilot and the stewardesses gave us wings and we each got a whole Coke (in a bottle).
I had a WHOLE lotta show and tell fodder that January.