The first year we went, we flew. My son would turn 7 while we were at WDW. The week before we were to fly out, my son asked me "What would it be like to die in a plane crash?" My response (after a few seconds of stunned silence) was "I don't know. I've never died in a plane crash." So for the rest of the week, he would ask questions about dying. WHAT? WHY NOW? So, we get to the airport in Shreveport, LA, board the plan - no problems. Get on the plane in Atlanta, GA, and the pilot taxis out, and passes over the runway. My sister had worked for an airline in Hot Springs, AR, was with us, and she leans over and says, "something's up. We just passed the runway." About that time, the pilot comes on the speaker and says "Sorry for the delay, folks, but we've had a warning light to come on and, you know, with FAA, we have to cross the T's, and dot the I's. We understand this is a minor setback for you, but hopefully we'll have this situation fixed, and this minor delay will be cleared up."
I leaned over to my sister, and said "If it needs a warning light, IT'S NOT MINOR!!!" After about 30 minutes the pilot comes back on the speaker and says "Maintenance has reset the system, and we're cleared for take-off." So as we taxi down the runway, I'm thinking "ok, son, this is it. This is when we find out about crashing." Fortunately we arrived safe & sound in Orlando, had a perfect trip, then got back to the airport.
First the ticket agent sent us to the wrong gate. We were NOT going to Philadelphia! Found the correct gate. Plane delayed 3 hours due to radar going down in California, which is where our plane was coming from. I had requested a lengthy layover when I booked the flight to do a little touring in Atlanta airport and thank goodness I did!
As we arrived in Atlanta, 3 1/2 hours behind schedule, we had 5 minutes to get to the next gate. The flight attendant asked those who did not have connecting flights to stay seated and that there were attendants at the gate to direct those who were in a hurry to get to the next flight. I took my son's hand and told him to hang on. If he falls, I'll drag him!
We run like 4 idiots through the Atlanta airport, to the shuttle, because of course, our next flight is on the OTHER SIDE of the airport!! We arrive at the gate to find out that it is DELAYED! We sit close to the gate counter and overhear the attendant talk about maintenance on the plane. I ask why they were on the plane and they said "they had issues with the brakes when they landed." I must have looked relieved somewhat because he said what would have been a wrong answer. I said "uh, engine failure?" Please Lord, just let us get home. They board us, and you can hear all this pounding and shaking. Someone toward the front of the plane asked what was going on. "Oh, they're putting the tires back on the plane." WHAT? We were boarded and they hadn't even put the tires back on????
Anyway, 4 planes, 3 different issues. We made it home in one piece. It took 5 more trips before I could get my dad or my son BACK on a plane!!!!