I’m flying off to Dayton, OH tomorrow morning. This will be my first experience getting through airport security with my new knee. Several years back I had an airport incident that still causes me to hyperventilate every time I think about it. My parents were moving from their home to an assisted living complex, and I flew from Florida to help with the transition. My mother had a special butcher knife she loved and wanted to be sure I got, so WITHOUT MY KNOWING she tucked it into my carry-on bag. I arrived at the airport and was pulled aside at security and the man started emptying my bag. Chatting away, I explained that I had knitting with me. He assured me it wasn’t the knitting, and with that he pulled out this huge butcher knife. I nearly fainted. Now as I walk through Sea-Tac airport I see my mother’s special knife on display as Items People Have Tried to Bring Aboard An Aircraft.