Max & I took a long international flight when I was 12 years old.
I don’t remember exactly how long I was on the plane, but I do recall going to sleep & I remember having a meal.
It felt as if every one of us were on the aircraft for several afternoons, but I feel it was logically about 12 to 14 hours. Max took myself and others to see our Grandparents. They lived in the old country. The plane ride across the country & also the Atlantic Ocean was nearly half of the trip. Most of the plane was filled with other Americans. I was seated next to another young child who was about the same age as me; The child was also going to see with relatives that lived in the same country. Both of us talked about our lives & the locales where each of us lived. The girl got up to use the powder room when the seat light went off. She was gone for a very long time. I decided to get up to check on our modern friend. I knocked on the powder room door a few times. She came out of the airline powder room & provided myself and others a very strange & different look. Then she smiled & winked. I went into the powder room & the whole room reeked care about marijuana. That was 1 of the first times that I ever smelled marijuana smoke. I didn’t tell anyone about the smell of marijuana in the powder room. I didn’t even say anything to her about the smell of marijuana & she didn’t say anything to myself and others either. It’s been almost 35 years since Max & I took that trip, & I will never forget the way that the aircraft powder room smelled after that lady was smoking marijuana.