When I was younger, I’d say no older than 7, I was flying with my mom. I couldn’t tell you what month it was but I remember the feeling- being overwhelmed by the amount of people in the small space.
I immediately closed my mouth and held my nose. When my mom noticed she asked me what I was doing I told her I couldn’t breathe because all the avaliable oxygen was already in someone else’s lungs. My mom was not only surprised that I said that, being how young I was, but she was as disgusted. Then we both had to endure the whole plane ride – with limited oxygen.
I don’t really remember much about that day. I just remember the feeling; I remember the feeling too well.