I have always preferred the window seat on a plane. As a child, I would gaze out of the window at amazement as the world passed by. I would marvel at how things below looked like pieces on a game. As I have become older, I still prefer the window seat. I can’t honestly say it was because of the view. I loved the window seat because I would be free from getting bumped and abused as people haphazardly go down the aisle, wrestle with carry ons that are often way too heavy, carry way too much stuff, and runaway refreshment carts. The window also was an escape from being sandwiched between people. I could always cuddle up by the window to create space for myself, especially when the person next to me appeared to have no concept of personal space.