I do not suffer from motion sickness. I can fly in a plane, be the extreme backseat passenger in a car, ride roller coasters, be in a boat in the high seas. I’m one of the lucky ones. Except once. When I was about 7. Coming back from Germany.
We were heading back to the States after an Army stint in Germany. I remember 4 things about the plane ride home. 1) Puke; 2) coffee; 3) two floors; and 3) darkness.
I don’t know what made me feel sick, but I remember begging my dad to take me to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the bathroom was occupied. If I recall correctly, I sat back down in my seat or was in the approximate area. I vomited all over the woman sitting next to me (so much for barf bags, my only opportunity to actually use one). All over her and her floor length fur coat. That was my first memory of that flight.
The stewardess (I’m not being politically incorrect, this was the ’70’s) cleaned it up with loads and loads of coffee grinds. I don’t know what happened to good old Pine Sol. Maybe they ran out. I’m not sure if the coffee cleaned it, but it did cover up the smell. Can’t get a good whiff of Maxwell House without thinking of throw-up. That was memory #2.
I watched Sex and The City Part 2 recently. The ladies were on a plane with 2 levels. One level had a bar. I was jealous. Then I remembered my flight home from Germany had 2 levels. Completely wasted on a 7 year old. I want a do-over. Memory #3.
I lived in a country for 2 years where it was dark a lot of the time. And I was afraid of the dark. When we landed in New York and it was dark, I was confused. I never thought it was because it was something like 3 in the morning. Yup, #4.
Isn’t it funny how your brain only remembers certain parts of an event? And even then, we aren’t sure if those memories are correct. My memory could be completely different from my brother’s memory of the same event. I know, this is some deep thinking. Don’t hurt yourself. I think I did.