My first time ever on an airplane was a DC-8 from the west coast to Hong-Kong in November 1964. Landed Anchorage and then Tokyo to refuel, and in those days it was mandatory to deplane for refuelling. No bridges back then, roll up stairs and a long walk across the tarmac to the terminal. I remember looking at all the piles of rubble everywhere as they were still recovering from the massive earthquake earlier in the year.