As a kid I had loved flying. My parents first took me on a vacation when I was either 8 or 18 months old. Going away continued solidly until around 2001, not because of September but for other reasons.
Those dirty rat SOBs actually made me afraid to fly, somebody that loves airplanes and flying. And they took that love and turned it into fear. Thinking to myself “What’s gonna happen? Will there be a Marine on board? A policeman?”
It’s pretty bad when somebody who was flying for their entire lifetime suddenly doesn’t want to fly much.
That is such a shame.
My husband had the opposite reaction. He had to travel for business sometime in late October and called his company’s people at American Express on 9/12 to book his flight. He refused to let the terrorists win.