I was 15 years old and flew by myself (with my bicycle) to visit my grandparents in West Palm Beach, FL. Don't remember being all that excited or scared. Just seemed like a normal thing to do. I remember riding my bike all over the place while I was there. We'd been visiting my grandparents every year at either Christmas or Easter since I could remember, so it was sort of cool to be there by myself and be able to ride around places on my bike.