Shortly after 9/11 my family and I were going on our first flight together to Alaska. My dad and I went through security and went into the clam chowder restaurant at the end of it. But for some reason my mom and brother were still held up. We sat down and kept waiting until my mom screamed “HE HAS A KNIFE!!!!???????“. My dad went to investigate but my brother and mom were swarmed by the military and they told my dad he couldn’t come closer. So then he came back to the restaurant (there was a big window in the front of it where I could see everything unfold) and he was panicking and pacing saying that we were gonna get put on the no fly list. I just sat there calmly amongst our luggage while absolute chaos was unleashed before my little 9 year old eyes. This was not my first rodeo. My mom was still screaming and causing a scene and my brother was being taken away by troops. I can’t remember where my mom went next.. or where my dad was anymore. I just remember sitting there calmly and waiting to learn what my fate was. Apparently the men with the AK47s questioning my brother were very nice and felt bad for him cause he was so scared (probably more scared of my mom then them tbh). What happened is that he had packed his own luggage and decided there were three very important things to take with him.
1: a cup and balls Magic trick, which was three metal cups stacked on top of each other and encased in a purple velvet pouch
2. His clear game boy advance AND charger. The issue was that in order to save space, he wrapped the charger (still connected to the game boy) around the magic trick pouch.
3. A switch blade. Cause we were going to Alaska and what if he needed it?
Unfortunately it DID look like a bomb and a knife going through the scanner. They let him keep his magic trick and the game boy, but they confiscated the knife.
Anyways this pic is of me after we were reunited and weren’t put on the no fly list. ready to go to Alaska with my arctic animal tee.
