Going on a plane can be an exciting adventure. No matter the destination, new experiences and memories await. Taking a flight typically means you're going somewhere that's too distant to drive to. For me, the idea of leaving home and getting away for a bit is enticing. Traveling is in my blood, and I've been on many airplanes in my lifetime.

However, no matter when I get on a plane, a certain fear always sets in. It's one that I cannot seem to shake. This is a fear that is common today but would not have been 100 years ago.

I don't worry too much about bad weather, turbulence, or the plane losing gas and falling out of the sky. My main fear is of a potential terrorist attack while I am flying. This fear has been persistent since I was a child.

Being a young child during 9/11 and growing up in a post-9/11 world, I am used to high security and hearing of terroristic threats. I've heard stories of the inventive ways that bombs have been smuggled on planes.

This harsh reality has always made me feel a little uneasy on a plane, and it allowed my fears to take root. It has also made me a bit fearful of public transportation in general.

The chance of an attack like that actually occurring on a plane is low and is probably less likely than other valid fears. I won't let it stop me from embarking on travels. However, this fear is certainly a sign of the times we live in.

I've realized how insane but valid it is to have such a worry while flying. It also shows how far from world peace we truly are. It is a sad thing when innocent people must worry about others with hate in their hearts, people that are capable of atrocious attacks.

I hope for a better tomorrow in which the excitement of a plane ride won't be tainted with the fears of an attack. I hope for a better world in which terrorism no longer exists, and love overpowers hate.