Right? You're hurdling through the sky at 600mph in a vehicle which is safer than driving a car, at a cost less than a half-week's pay for the median income in the US. This is still utterly magical, even if we don't seem to care any more.
I remember the first few times I flew a plane, I simply stared in awe out the window for the entire flight. I remember telling myself "No matter how many more times I fly, I must never forget how amazing this feels", and I like to think that I've kept that amazement alive even though I've probably flown over a hundred times now.
