Coming to America

I was born and raised in India, and in 11th grade my parents decided we should visit my family in Dayton, OH. We booked a flight from India to NYC where our aunt would meet up with us.We had taken some small international trips to neighboring countries before, but this was my first long international flight. I was completely in awe of all the technology and comfort modern day airplanes provided. 14 hours went quickly watching movies, sleeping and enjoying the sounds of Pink Floyd in the airplane entertainment system. We stayed in NYC for a couple days before heading to Dayton.
I did not know how small the aircraft from NYC to Dayton would be, and once we got to the airport, I was completely flabbergasted by what stood before me: I wondered for a minute if there was a mix-up and we were boarding someone's private airplane. I wondered how all the passengers at the terminal heading to Dayton were going to fit into this tiny aircraft. Those international flights sure seemed like luxury. I immediately pulled out my camera and took a picture of what stood before me (not my smartest moment). Needless to say, a few minutes later I was boarded off the plane and a TSA agent ensured I did not have any airplane pictures with me. The fear of being semi-interrogated by a law authority in a foreign country spoiled by first trip to Dayton, but I think if it wasn't for the fear, I would have probably needed medical treatment for claustrophobia. All's well that ends well.