Many of us had been bitten by the bug / got the bug / got addicted to / enamored with / enthusiastic of aviation long ago, and we can probably point to a few specific moments from way back when that totally did us in. For me, one of those moments came in the early summer of nineteen ninety... something... at a short (two weeks?) aviation camp. It was mostly classroom activities and field trips, but thanks to that program, I have the memory of my first time going flying in a general aviation aircraft.
The grass strip we took off from... which looked very short because it was higher at the center.
The orange runway threshold cones.
The view out of the front right seat, down, at the landing gear, with lots of back-yard pools beyond it.
The feeling that I could just do that every day and be happy.
The grass strip we took off from... which looked very short because it was higher at the center.
The orange runway threshold cones.
The view out of the front right seat, down, at the landing gear, with lots of back-yard pools beyond it.
The feeling that I could just do that every day and be happy.
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