OK. I give in, let's reserve all the window seats for six year olds who have never seen the ground (or flown) before.
I always think of this when I'm at one FL350 crossing the snowcapped mountains with not a trace of human civilisation from horizon to horizon. Then I turn and see my fellow men eating, farting, scratching and watching entertaining pictures on the back of a seat. It's usually at this pint that someone demands that I shut the blind....
No wonder people think meat comes from Tesco (!)