I was never afraid to fly until I got older and became more conscious of what was actually going on(that you’re basically in a flimsy bus floating 25000 feet in the air.) Also, the pilots started becoming younger than me…at which point I realized I was trusting my life in a complicated piece of machinery with people who were playing Pokemon a few years ago and that are part of a generation of people whom for the most part can’t differentiate between words like “your” and “you’re.” Finally, the fact that I have flown so many hundreds of times makes me think that my odds of crashing are increasing incrementally with each flight. It’s like some kind of fiery plane crash death lottery that I keep buying scratch lotto tickets for, and one of these days I’m going to “win” it if I keep pushing my luck.