I’m particularly fond of the fighter jets that are on display and the many exhibits inside.
I’ve always been fascinated by airplanes. My father and grandfather were both in the Air Force and I considered joining before I settled on traditional college. While my sister was terrified when we all got on a commercial airplane for the first time, I was ecstatic and excited beyond my normal capacity. We were flying from our home in Montana to visit family in Seattle, Washington for the first time ever. One of the single most awe-inspiring moments in my life was descending through the clouds above Seattle-Tacoma International Airport and seeing the majestic Mount Rainier cut into the skyline like an otherworldly force. I could also see Mount Olympus and the northern cascades in opposite directions. Although I didn’t know it at the time, these mountains would soon become a steady fixture in my life when my parents moved my sister and I to Seattle in the Shoreline neighborhood. We flew in and out of Sea-Tac regularly to see other family members in states to the east, which only increased my interest in aviation. My dad surprised me one day by taking me to the Museum of Flight. I have gone at least once a year since, but these days I always eat a cannabis edible before I leave my apartment. I’m particularly fond of the fighter jets that are on display and the many exhibits inside. As long as I don’t eat too many cannabis edibles before heading to the Museum of Flight, I won’t get paranoid or feel uncomfortable anxiety. I’m sure the people who run the place wouldn’t be happy knowing I’m intoxicated from cannabis, but I don’t mind. They still get my ticket money regardless.