My first flight was as a five year old, going from Seattle to Anchorage where we lived for two years while my dear father was avoiding Vietnam, er I mean, serving in the Public Health Service as a young physician stationed at Elmendorf AFB.
So exciting, it was. The airline (TWA maybe?) gave my brother and me little flying wings, to commemorate the trip, and I seem remember all sorts of other airline swag that we kept for years, might still have in a box somewhere, as memorabilia. Such a thrill to fly, back then.