One of my earliest memories is of my mom taking my brothers and I by SRQ on our way to school so we could see Air Force One, which was parked there at the time before the attacks took place. I remember when it flew over us shortly after getting sent home. Big plane.
Last time I went through CDG it took me 3 hours from arrival to get to the gate. Luckily the flight was delayed, so I was able to still make it. Absolute insanity.