Flying

I LOVE flying. Looking out the airplane window for me is like looking at mountains or the ocean. I could just sit and do it all day long. In front of me was an antsy 20-something guy who kept taking pictures of the clouds. He swore like a sailor when the cool storm we were circling kept us from landing in Cleveland and we headed to Detroit for refueling. I was apparently one of a very few that didn't have a schedule to keep, and I was happy to have another landing and take off added to my trip :) There were several kids on my flight, too. They did some sleeping, a bit of whining, but not once did they look out the window. Now I ask you, how much flying must a 7 or a 10 year old do so that they are no longer interested in looking out the window of the airplane? I wanted to call across the isle, "Hey kids, it's Lake Michigan! Cool, huh?!"