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I'm not sure I'm going to recount all the details correctly, but I think the first time I ever flew in a plane was in a 747.
I was quite young (maybe 6? ~1976, flying to SFO from PDX?) and I remember sitting with my parents and younger brother on the left side of the plane. My dad and I sat in the front two seats and my mom and brother sat behind us. There was an aisle to my right and two more seats near the window on the other side of the plane. The carpet on the floor ran right up the wall in front of us (and I'm assuming today that was the front bulkhead). My dad wouldn't give up the window.
I remember the flight attendant coming forward after we sat down and before take-off asking if my brother and I wanted to see the cockpit. We said "sure!" and she lead us up the stairs and up front. We stood in line with a couple of other kids and got to stand in front of the throttle quadrant and get a pair of plastic wings to pin on our coats from the captain.
I don't remember the rest of the flight after that; memory is a funny thing...
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