A couple of years ago, my uncle remodeled his small classic Cessna plane. He decided to fly us all out to a Mexican restaurant that was about 100 miles away. At first I didn't want to go because I was afraid to fly. My aunt talked me into it, so off we went. It was a beautiful day and the flight was smooth. Unfortunately, on the way back after eating lunch I got motion sickness. The only good news was, I found a brown paper bag under my seat. I haven't been in a plane since.
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